Nope, but she does call in sick a lot. Like almost every week she's usually out one or two days because of a migraine. So she says. I often joke with my family that she was probably misgendered or deadnamed so she's having an existential crisis. Who knows?Was yours out of the office for the ICE Out protest? Cuz mine was
God damn I would vote for this. Also lmao. This is such an America Fuck yeah! sentiment.
At least
I've felt this way about something and have brought it up with them. They actually instantly knew about it and seemed to realize they were a fuckface during it. It was both gratifying and frustrating. If they instantly knew and admitted it I wish they'd said something. I'll admit me bringing it up was a total shot out of the blue but it was just modestly relevant.
You should try, tho. If only to discover how much they changed.
Uh, certain people just do that. They may not be bad people, think of it as a type of emotional retardation. It hurts, but you should try atleast talking to them about that.
Dude, it's Ghost, they had never been normal.
I can see what you're saying. I sometimes wish I was one of those people that don't always think about the what-ifs and could've been moments. Yet, I am and just stuck being a vessel for all of these shitty memories with people I've associated with, who, just continually like dropping the ball on our friendship multiple times. It's a little awkward to bring up something to someone about things that happened so long ago, but it is sometimes a chance worth taking if you really desire some sort of closure.
I do still talk to my best friend and although I'd bring it up, they also did make up for a lot of bullshit after high school, mostly because they realized why i didn't like certain people that they kept inviting around (they all turned out to be back stabbing bitches like i had warned about in jr.high). So it's one case of letting things be in the past unless they bring it up.
I am actually trying. Biggest issue is most of them are not online anymore, and i can't use my actual name as my existing parent will stalk/annoy the fuck out of me.
I don’t know if this is 'comforting' or not, but the unfortunate truth is that in real life, mistakes aren't forgiven.
I have made a lot of attempts to rekindle friendships and of all the ones I have, only one really stuck. The rest largely spoke a lot about wanting to talk or do things, then never speaking to me again even when I made further attempts to continue conversations. I just took it as time to leave them be.
Sounds like fucking meth-head behavior. God damn I hate living around tweakers, they are unique even among drug addicts in their desire to steal anything that isn't welded down [and even then sometimes], heroin people might take a car stereo or someone's change jar, but tweakers will take shit that isn't even actually worth anything to them. In tweaker neighborhoods, the only real benefit is that if you leave a broken appliance on the curb, or like a chair or something, it'll be gone before the garbageman even thinks about coming around. You just know some fucking methhead is out there taking it apart and putting it back together over and over again, accomplishing absolute fuck-all until they eventually haul in the pieces for scrap value.My Amazon got stolen again. This is the second time in two and a half months. I'm just gonna use the Amazon locker at the gas station a mile away. I don't care if I have to walk through all that ice. I've had it. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the junkies in the apartment building next door. There's always weirdos going in and out of there and banging on the door late at night. Ambulances talking people out in stretchers. Fuck this hood. Some piece of slime came up on the porch and stole a 40 can case of cat food before I could get downstairs to get it.
I was lucky enough to get a customer service rep who spoke English and was able to resend my order. But she couldn't send it to the Amazon locker. I'll be here so I guess I'll have my phone out constantly checking for a pic that it's on the porch. I'm on the second floor behind two thick doors so it's hard to hear anything.
I swear to God... If some junkie tries to sell me Friskies cat food tomorrow I'm going to spontaneously combust. It's probably gonna go right to the bodega in the morning.
Just kick the sucker with full force at your audience, that teaches them that you are still in full control of the situation, and the poor soul you'll hit with your pen will think twice about chuckling.
If I don't fall asleep by 4 am, I give up trying.
