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Ugh.
For the most part, I do think I'm a good person and a decent friend. I make mistakes and I sometimes do unpleasant, unkind things, but I don't like to be deliberately so, and while I get upset and I get defensive (sometimes closed-mindedly so), I don't like bad blood and I don't like people to think of me as a bitch or a bad person. It does bother me, and more than it should--I know I shouldn't let what other people think of me bother me, just try to be my best as a person. Which I do, but ...
Guys, if you have a problem with me? If you're stewing on something I've said or done, or something in how I act, please come forward and tell me. I can't read minds, and while I try to be aware of social cues, I don't always succeed! Sometimes I fail spectacularly! But I'll never actually know unless people tell me.
Dear you, and dear you, and dear you--I'm sorry. I wish I'd been a better person to you, and for you. But at the same time, I wish that YOU had given me more of a chance, or at least said something to me before things had ended up so badly. I still wish things could have been fixed before they reached such a terrible breaking point; my regrets tend to center around those.
Man, I ate out most of this weekend and I'm half-tempted to order out for a pizza so I don't have to cook tonight. Up and at 'em, self, there's dinner to be made.
For the most part, I do think I'm a good person and a decent friend. I make mistakes and I sometimes do unpleasant, unkind things, but I don't like to be deliberately so, and while I get upset and I get defensive (sometimes closed-mindedly so), I don't like bad blood and I don't like people to think of me as a bitch or a bad person. It does bother me, and more than it should--I know I shouldn't let what other people think of me bother me, just try to be my best as a person. Which I do, but ...
Guys, if you have a problem with me? If you're stewing on something I've said or done, or something in how I act, please come forward and tell me. I can't read minds, and while I try to be aware of social cues, I don't always succeed! Sometimes I fail spectacularly! But I'll never actually know unless people tell me.
Dear you, and dear you, and dear you--I'm sorry. I wish I'd been a better person to you, and for you. But at the same time, I wish that YOU had given me more of a chance, or at least said something to me before things had ended up so badly. I still wish things could have been fixed before they reached such a terrible breaking point; my regrets tend to center around those.
Man, I ate out most of this weekend and I'm half-tempted to order out for a pizza so I don't have to cook tonight. Up and at 'em, self, there's dinner to be made.