So, you meet someone online and end up helping them out with something heart wrenching, are there for them and truly care about their well being and their issue… Then you find out they’re an elitist ass.
Do I regret helping them?
My time still wasn’t wasted, people are people and human beings need affirmation and support, so even if you find out someone isn’t a good person, you should never regret helping them through a hard time. Maybe, just maybe enough people showing them kindness will make them rethink their bad choices.
I guess I shouldn’t be upset or surprised when “friends” blow me off. Especially those who always act like I should always be there for them, but when reversed they are not capable of being there for me. I tried, but everything I say goes in one ear and out their mouth.
It’s also frustrating to always be nice, generous, caring and friendly, and still be thought of as this super woman with no feelings or emotion. Sure, I used to hide behind a bitch persona, but I’m not hiding anymore, and being exposed is hard. Especially when the emo, whiny, selfish, attention whores get all of the “oh she’s so nice” even though they rarely even check on “friends” unless they’re contacted first…
Also to not be able to say anything to anyone because “they’re fragile” and if they have their feelings hurt, they’ll implode.
And people wonder why 90% of my friends are male. Ugh!
I haven’t really had much different happening to make me feel the need to post, but life is going well. I absolutely love my job at the AHA, I’m poised to take the Texas Real Estate Exam in September, I’ll be debt free by the end of 2012, and I’m feeling better than I have in a long time. <3
It’s 2012 and I am looking forward to a great year! I have managed to keep my weight off for almost 2 years, I’m getting more toned and in shape daily, I have been (despite not working) paying down debt, and I believe that I’ll land a perm job very soon.
So, I am having surgery on my arms and stomach on Sept 7. I is a little daunting though, because it’s going to be a lot of change on my body and probably a little on mind.
However, I am better spirits than the last time I posted, which is surprising since I am in the process of going off of my Fibromyalgia meds cold turkey. (Cymbalta)
I hope that once my surgery is done and dad is finally finished being situated into our house with his new eyes, teeth and ears, I’ll be able to find a permanent job, I’m really tired of contracts…