I was having a bad day today. Sad, depressed, tired, not wanting to get out of bed. Life for me has been rough for a while, and I’m not sure there’s an end for it in sight. But I push on, because that’s what I do. That’s what I have to do.
Then I looked at my phone.
Remember her? I do. And looking at my phone managed to enrage me. And if there’s one thing I know about me, once I’m angry, I gotta let it out. And here we are.
This past Friday, I decided to meet up with some friends and hit up the bar I go to for karaoke. As I’m waiting for the bus (and a colossal, Brooklyn inspired FUCK YOU to the MTA for being one of the biggest bunch of incompetent retards on the planet), she texts me. She claims that she no showed on me because her boss dumped 2 months of budgets on her for an 8AM meeting the next day. Allegedly, she left the office at 10 and didn’t stop working from home until 3AM. She also says she was so mad she threw her phone and cracked it.
Riiiiiight. I don’t believe a fucking word of what she’s saying. There was absolutely no excuse for her not to contact me before she supposedly got that mad at her job.
She then proceeds to apologize and uses her job as an excuse.
Really? You knew full well before we made these plans exactly how busy your job could be. This type of thing happening was not a surprise to you. You knew this could occur, but did you adjust for it? Did you decide to wait until the immediate craziness passed and things were at a less hectic level to try to meet up? Nope. You didn’t. You went full ahead and ignored the facts about your situation. Smart, real smart.
She then proceeds to complain how she didn’t even have time to doll herself up. Which I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT. You’re coming from work. I don’t expect you to look like you spent 3 hours on hair and makeup. I expect you to SHOW UP. I’m not going to critique your makeup and hair after work. I have no fashion sense. As long as you’re not wearing rags and don’t look like you went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, it’s all good.
I have no interest in a 3 hour text conversation, so I call her. Goes to voicemail. She texts me that her phone’s earpiece can’t pick up voices so she can’t hear anyone that calls her. She says she’s going the next day to get her phone fixed. I tell her to call me after the phone is fixed. She says she will and thanks me for hearing her out.
That was Friday. Haven’t heard from her since. I’m not sure I will. And you know what? I just don’t care. she didn’t have the common sense to do things properly, to take into account the situation that is her life, and royally fucked up. Fuck this bullshit.
SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE STAY SINGLE. If you want to meet up with someone, do the exact opposite of what she did and you’re golden.