loving yourself is great but it’s also beneficial to be a lil self-critical and realize that some shit you say do and think is lame as fuck and maybe you should keep it to yourself as much as possible
Lover of booties, boobies, bunnies, boners, and perhaps a few other things that start with the letter B.
This is the first time in my adult life that someone has ever really, really disliked me (…maybe even hates me?)
Generally speaking, people I know seem to like me. Which is to say, they’re friendly enough towards me with no incident or comment. I mean, I am not the most socially adept, so maybe others have disliked me before and I was oblivious to it, but this… this is starkly different. It’s so cold.
The guy I am speaking about is my roommate, who used to be pretty nice and generally talkative towards me. A series of events (some mild, some tragic) have passed and he suddenly won’t look at me or speak to me at all. It’s very passive-aggressive on his part and very speculative on mine. He seems to leave the room when I come in and seems to stop talking when I am around.
This icy, empty, angry aura hangs over him when I am near, like he wants to spit in my face. I feel like I don’t exist in his eyes. He makes no attempt to acknowledge or interact with me. It’s a really weird learning experience. It’s been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. From sadness to confusion to anger, and I think it’s ending in apathy. I’m glad to have had this happen. It’s given me a firsthand lesson in this fact of life: Some people just don’t like you, and that’s their problem.
I almost brought Animal Crossing with me to work but then I didn’t because it’s a bad idea and now I am sad I don’t have Animal Crossing to play while at work.