Sunday, February 5, 2012

I Get By

*listening to "I Get By" by Everlast*

Ok ya'll, it's time for me to go on a rant again. (I know, it's been a minute since my last post.)

Have you ever heard this song before? I love it. The lyrics aren't necessarily 100% my views on things, but it suits how I've been feeling lately and for some odd reason it makes me feel better, calmer somehow.

Anyway, on to my rant!

I am starting to think that my friends aren't my friends at all. This thought both scares me and hurts me. Now, I've always been a social butterfly, floating from one group of people to the next, never really satisfied content to settle for just one group, always craving new people, places, experiences. But there are certain groups that I always go back to, groups that I've considered my friends for a decade or more, and one of those groups in particular I have always considered family.
Now for this rant we are going to call this group of people the Crew. The Crew is a very tight knit circle of friends that all lived in the same apartment building. They ate, slept, and breathed each other daily for several years. I was a main component in the Crew because I was how most of them met each other. I was invited to every party, they called or stopped to see me every day, but somewhere I fell into another group, a bad group, and it caused me to pull away from the Crew because I didn't like to see their disapproval in things I was doing. I wound up estranged from the group for many years. It was only in the last few years that they have started to include me again once in a while. But they still don't treat me like they used to. I can go weeks or more without hearing from any of them while they are all still getting together all the time. None of them make a point to invite me to things anymore, it's more like they'll invite me if they know I already know what's going on and think I might be upset.
Meanwhile, since I am not feeling like they consider me a friend, I still talk to friends that I kept over time from the bad group. Now, while I am not going to become what I used to be, I understand why the Crew doesn't like me being around the bad group people, but what they don't understand is that it's the bad people and not themselves that call me every day, asking me to hangout, wanting to know how my day was.
Well, one night while having a party at a girlfriend in the Crew's house, she got in my face, intoxicated, and told me that my bad friends weren't really my friends, that they wouldn't be there for me in the end. But that she was my true friend and that when all the bad people were gone, she would still be here. This made me want to laugh. Not even a couple years before this she had gotten married... to a guy she met because of me....... and they had 3 different disasters in the 24 hours before the wedding, disasters that I came to the rescue and got them through. But months later she was complaining about a girl that she had as a bridesmaid and I asked her why she never asked me to be one. I mean, I had expected her to. I was one of the first friends she made when she moved here, I got her and her brother an apartment in my building, her whole family considered me a part of the family and she called me her sister, I introduced her to her husband, and I got her a job with me. Do you know what her answer was? She told me flat out, "To be honest I never even thought of you dude." Wow. I didn't know whether to be furious or cry. So when she got in my face at her party, instead of laughing at her, I just stared at her and said, "Are you serious dude? You're my true friend? At least my bad people friends call me everyday just to see how I am. When I asked you why you never asked me to be a bridesmaid, you said you never even thought of me. But yeah! You're my true friend!" And I walked out. We didn't talk for a while after that, but eventually we both just let the fight disappear and went back to our once every three months friendship.
Now here we are, a few years later, and not a damn thing has changed. The Crew and my girlfriend still claim to be my true friends yet barely ever get a hold of me. And I'm tired of feeling lonely and missing them when it's clear that they don't miss me. But now to make it all worse, my bad people friends are starting to act the same way, hardly getting a hold of me, not inviting me to things, and going on with their lives without me. At first I thought that it was going to upset me, make me feel even more alone, but the truth is: I'm over people. I over people with their righteous attitudes, people with their condescension, people with their fake friendships. Somewhere in the last two months of working from home I realized that I not only put up with a TON of bullshit from people just because I don't want to be alone, I let people bully me into doing things their way when I know in my gut that it's not going to end well, and I am ALWAYS the one that nobody calls when they have a good day or good news. I am the person they call when all hell is breaking lose and they need Captain Save-A-Ho. I am so thrilled that they are coming to me and thinking of me that I immediately swoop in a find a way to save the day for them..... and then I don't hear from them again until the next time. I save them with my own personal funds or ideas, sometimes even when I can't afford to. I do anything and everything to find them a solution and make it all better, and then I get dropped all over again. And I am such a glutton for punishment that I keep coming back for more!! I've done it all my life. I don't know why I feel the need to save everyone, but I do. I feel like I have to help others out so that when I need help, Karma will send someone to me.
But only in the last few months have I started to feel like I can't do it anymore. I am feeling more alone than ever, but I don't just wants regular friends, I NEED a best friend. All my life I have had a best friend, a best girl friend I should say. I mostly hangout with a lot of guys, but I always have one best friend and it's always a girl. We become as close as sisters, one got so close we called each other wife, but some how, some day, we just don't talk anymore. I just wake up one morning and it's over, they're gone. And , in time, I find a new girl friend. But for a last 7 years I have been without one. I have found a few qualified candidates, but they just never seem to pan out. And I've had hubby to talk to, and he is my best friend, but I need a best girl friend. Some one I can talk to about girl things that he doesn't want to hear. Someone to go shopping with, have coffee with, watch a movie with. Someone who will be there for me through anything and will be around to grow old with. I need this so much that I find myself crying out of the blue because I can feel them missing in my life. It's those moments that I feel alone. It's those moments that I can't take anymore. But I just don't have the strength to search for them anymore. I don't have the energy to put into someone new only to find out that they aren't who I thought they might be. But then again, I can't meet anyone while hermiting in my house.
So what's a girl to do? Well, for now I'm content to hermit. I'm convincing myself that it is my choice that nobody is calling, that I chose to walk away from them, and for now it's working. But every once in a while it creeps up and gets me from behind and I cry all over again.
If you are wondering what the hell this has to do with the Everlast song, here it is: I Get By, I Barely Get By. I can survive this, but some days I expect it to kill me first. I won't give up, but it's tough and I could get hurt, but I'll Get By.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Blowing Up A Sandcastle With C4

So tonight I am pretty sure I blew up a sandcastle with C4. My relationship has been rocky for a while now, like a sandcastle, it appears solid and sturdy, but it takes very little to start the grains shifting and destroy the entire thing. And in the midst of a sturdy moment, when everything was going the way it needed to, I threw in some C4 and blew it all to hell. Now everyone knows that the way to repair a damaged sandcastle is to tear it down and start all over. In my case however, it's not that simple. In my case you have to first decide if the sandcastle is worth rebuilding and if you can build it more durable this time. The answer to that I do not know. It is not my decision to make this time. Though I destroyed it, it wasn't solely mine. Someone else got let down by my juvenile behavior. It is their choice of where we go from here. I hope that I get a chance to rebuild. I would do everything in my power to build it better, strong, lasting. But for now I wait for them and pray they want to rebuild too.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

When it rains it pours!

So it's been awhile since I ranted to ya'll. I'm not going to fill you in on all the time I missed, but I will bring you up to speed.
First, I don't remember if I told you, but I applied for the Director of the Pomeroy Library about 9 months ago. I was dressed uber professional, came prepared with all the documentation of everything I had done at the RCPL, documents showing all the donations I had procured, etc. I was the perfect candidate for the job. But instead of hiring me, they hired a lady with no library experience. They also took a bunch of my ideas that I had shown them and had her do them at their library. Total insult! My ideas are good enough but I'm not?!
So jump to 2 weeks ago. The Manson Library is hiring a Children's Librarian. It's part time and will work well with my existing Children's Librarian job. I interviewed the day I turned in my application. Then I got called not even a few days later and asked to interview again with some of their board members. Well that was this past Monday. The interview went great. I am sure I have to be in the front runners!!!
This week the Pomeroy Library has an ad in the paper. That lady quit on them and they are hiring a director again. I will not apply this time! Well then Tuesday my library director at RCPL tells me that she heard through the grapevine that I was going to be offered the Pomeroy Director job. She also thinks that I will be offered the Manson Children's Librarian job.
So now (once they both call) I will have to decide between the two. Here are the pros and cons-
Manson Pros
Love the board and director (so nice!)
the hours work well for me
they will let me keep my blue hair
i get to stay a children's librarian and have 2 libraries on my resume showing how in demand I am
director has been there 27 years and can teach me alot (also stand a good chance of her retiring in the next 5 to 10 years and would be a shoe in for director)
Manson Cons
they won't pay to certify me as a librarian
they have a certain way they want things done, so won't get to change programming, have to stick with their ways
Pomeroy Pros
they will pay to certify me
will have a directorship on my resume (which gives me the keys to the library world front door)
will work with my library schedule
small library so it should be a good one to learn the ropes at
Pomeroy Cons
board insulted me
have heard horror stories about how bitchy and nosy their board is (difficult to deal with)
won't let me keep the blue hair
would most likely end up leaving as soon as possible and will have "quit directorship" on my resume

Now to make the decision even tougher, Joe was injured at work this week. He is off work for a week (probably not getting paid for it). He was told that if it wasn't better by Friday then he needs physical therapy. It's Thursday now and he is not better. So what if this is really serious? What if he is in chronic pain for life? What if he can't go back to doing construction? What if I end up the sole breadwinner for our family? I need to choose the job that will give us the best possible future.
I want to go with Manson. I can be myself while being taught by people who not only know what they are doing (both in Manson and RCPL), but want to help me succeed. I can see myself being happy in Manson. Pomeroy I just see stressing me out and ending up hurting me in the end.
So I can up with an idea. I want to see if the RC Friends of the Library will pay to certify me. If they won't pay the whole thing, maybe I can get Manson to go half on it with them. Because lets be honest, certification is the only thing Pomeroy has going for them.
So I am hoping that my future will be taking a turn for the better in the near future. I am also praying that Joe will heal and be okay again soon.
Wish me luck and keep a candle burning for me!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Morals

So I can't sleep. I have so much that needs to be done, so much I have just not done for a while, things I feel, things I don't want to feel, lots of just messed up shit.
I did something bad, something I shouldn't have done, something I really don't feel in my soul was as bad as others think it is, something that is really eating at me. It's causing other issues to go from bad to worse and my rational plan is to cut and run. When things go south you get out. It's that simple.
So now I have an internal bad of morals. This sucks ass.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Suck My Ass

So to all those people who should be here right now, suck my ass. To all those people who are here and really shouldn't be, suck my ass. To all those people who try very hard to make me feel bad about myself, suck my ass. To all those people who are fake friends and don't actually give a shit, suck my ass. And finally to all those people who will blame me in the end for their fuck ups, suck my ass.
No more Captain Save-A-Ho cape. I untied it, took it off, and wiped my ass with it so that I would be nice and clean when I tell you to suck my ass. Fuck you, fuck your bullshit, fuck the chaos, and fuck being someone else. Suck My Ass!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Bad JuJu

So it has been brought to my attention that there are people around me with really bad juju. This is not good. They have brought a wake of bad news, hard times, and death. Yes, I said death. Since arriving there have been 3 deaths that, though not directly in my life, are in some way, shape, or form touching my world. First was the murder of a woman I used to strip with. Second, my oldest daughter's biological piece of shit ran over and killed his girlfriend's daughter. Third, the former Children's Librarian, the one I replaced, died. The feds came questioning one of my friends, I was told that all my sister-in-laws are mad at me, I have been cussed out by my brother-in-law, had numerous fights with my hubby, have a screwed up friendship messing with my head, got in one of my oldest friend's face, and have all but felt the need to get in my car with my kids and run away.
So now is when you ask what I am doing to get rid of this bad juju person.... Nothing! I am not allowed to deal with it. My hubby is supposed to be dealing with it, but as always, he avoids any sort of confrontation that would have any effect. Instead he has talked to this person, believed their bullshit, and has let them continue on in our world.
So this is where I am. I have been told by ump-teen people to get as far away from this person as possible before anymore bad can come. What can I do? I'm not going to leave my home, my hubby, my life to escape this person. They in turn are making no attempt to vacate my safe, warm, cushy life.
So for now I wait in fear, wondering what will happen next.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

How Do You Learn To Say Fuck 'Em

So I have been feeling left out by my friends alot lately. I have even tried talking to some of them about it. They have all said the same thing, they aren't leaving me out, it's just that things come up at the last minute and they get caught up and forget to call. Well I would like to scream BULLSHIT!!! I happen to know for a fact that my friends have been at parties (thrown by other friends) the last two nights and that there is another party planned for tonight. Granted, tonights party was a last minute thing put together last night, but yet has my phone rang today? No. I only know about ti because another friend (not the one throwing the party) asked me to come. Now I can't just show up there without the person who's party it is calling me and inviting me. So now I know that they either don't want me around, or they just plain don't think of me. I don't know which is worse. I do know that someway somehow I have to learn to say fuck 'em!