This week I'm giving the Bite Me Award up front. It will soon be obvious why.
I go to trial on March 24, next Thursday.
I believe in karma. What purposeful harm you bring upon others will revisit you twenty fold. I've never seen it fail.
The best thing that happened in all this ugliness is that I reconnected with my best friend, who's family to me. Which is great because I've not told my mom all the details of what's going on. She lives 6,000 miles away and was so upset about the little I did tell her that I didn't want to aggravate her high blood pressure. Too late for mine.
I also found love and solace on Twitter. I will always be grateful for the people who talked me off the ledge. (And generously sent me $300 for my attorney fees, a care package of chocolate and coffee gifts, a Starbucks card and treated me to a night with Joan Rivers. Not to mention the hundreds of DM's and emails wishing me well)
But I let some people down. Bloggers who were in town that I wanted to see? Didn't happen. I've been unable to put on a neutral face about my life because I've been massively depressed. But one of the worst things, besides getting a bleeding ulcer, was seeing that people whose friendship I was on the fence about before did not fail me in that regard this time.
One person who I unloaded last year resurfaced. The reason I dropped them was because they could only handle a phone call if they were the main topic of conversation. Do you have this person in your life? They start a conversation by asking how you are. You respond because you actually believe they want to know how you are. Then the next hour is about them. And if, in The Wide Wide World Of This Is How A Conversation Works, we drift back to me, they hang up! Only I don't know it because there's no click. (Dear Future: BRING BACK THE CLICK) So I would always call them back.
So when I saw their name on my Caller ID a few weeks ago I actually believed they wanted to talk about ME instead of their laundry list of what was wrong with them that p.s. I can't fix no one can because you're a total fucking MESS.
But after tolerating about 15 minutes of my story, THEY HUNG UP ON ME AGAIN. And I called back. Again. I was met with, "I don't know what happened but I'm running out the door." The last time I checked, a cell phone works WHEN YOU'RE GOING OUT THE DOOR.
I always believe people exit and enter your life with lessons to be learned. Here was my lesson: People really are as mental as they appear. GOT IT!
It's been a rough year for the Ring of Fire. Chile, New Zealand and now Japan. If it's going clockwise, California is next. It's been nice knowing you.
I believe in karma. What purposeful harm you bring upon others will revisit you twenty fold. I've never seen it fail.
The best thing that happened in all this ugliness is that I reconnected with my best friend, who's family to me. Which is great because I've not told my mom all the details of what's going on. She lives 6,000 miles away and was so upset about the little I did tell her that I didn't want to aggravate her high blood pressure. Too late for mine.
I also found love and solace on Twitter. I will always be grateful for the people who talked me off the ledge. (And generously sent me $300 for my attorney fees, a care package of chocolate and coffee gifts, a Starbucks card and treated me to a night with Joan Rivers. Not to mention the hundreds of DM's and emails wishing me well)
But I let some people down. Bloggers who were in town that I wanted to see? Didn't happen. I've been unable to put on a neutral face about my life because I've been massively depressed. But one of the worst things, besides getting a bleeding ulcer, was seeing that people whose friendship I was on the fence about before did not fail me in that regard this time.
One person who I unloaded last year resurfaced. The reason I dropped them was because they could only handle a phone call if they were the main topic of conversation. Do you have this person in your life? They start a conversation by asking how you are. You respond because you actually believe they want to know how you are. Then the next hour is about them. And if, in The Wide Wide World Of This Is How A Conversation Works, we drift back to me, they hang up! Only I don't know it because there's no click. (Dear Future: BRING BACK THE CLICK) So I would always call them back.
So when I saw their name on my Caller ID a few weeks ago I actually believed they wanted to talk about ME instead of their laundry list of what was wrong with them that p.s. I can't fix no one can because you're a total fucking MESS.
But after tolerating about 15 minutes of my story, THEY HUNG UP ON ME AGAIN. And I called back. Again. I was met with, "I don't know what happened but I'm running out the door." The last time I checked, a cell phone works WHEN YOU'RE GOING OUT THE DOOR.
I always believe people exit and enter your life with lessons to be learned. Here was my lesson: People really are as mental as they appear. GOT IT!
It's been a rough year for the Ring of Fire. Chile, New Zealand and now Japan. If it's going clockwise, California is next. It's been nice knowing you.
End of chat.
