|Nov. 17th, 2008 09:37 pm Here I go again|
I'm sitting here reinstalling Acrobat and wondering to myself if people ever really grow up or we just pretend to.
There are two reasons behind my wondering.
The first is me. Now, I have pretty much concluded that I am childish. I really am. About a lot of things. I had hoped, however, that in my relationships with other grown-ups I was also grown-up. Now there is someone who wants to be my friend on Facebook and I don't wanna be her friend on Facebook. She makes me distinctly uncomfortable and loves on my boys in ways that are wholly inappropriate for someone who is not their parent. Both of these things I have told her. Plus the fact that she's the younger sister of a girl who I grew up with but never really got on with and she's the on again off again girlfriend of my former friend Raymond, who Puff and Jason know and the rest of y'all don't really need to know more than that, and I just don't like her but she thinks, 'cause we're in the same neighborhood, that we're like Best Friends Forever. So know she's on Facebook, I don't want to be her friend on Facebook, but we live in the same neighborhood and go to the same Church so if I don't friend her she'll be all angry and gunk and I'm not sure if not friending her isn't the easiest thing to do. I should be grown-up and just tell her I don't really want to be friends anywhere. GRRRR.
Second, is not me. I hate people who play the victim. I hate it 'cause I used to be that guy. I outgrew it. One of my four cast members in the show I'm music directing (more on that later) is in his late 40s to early 50s and I had to listen to him moan and cry about how rehearsal wasn't fun and how hard his life is and why can't we be nicer to him. He hadn't been nice to me since our first rehearsal and isn't doing anything I ask him to do musically but we have to nice to him. Double GRRRRR.
Grin and bear it I guess.
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