Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy Barbara Day!

Location: The Couch
Listening to: Um...I'm too ashamed to say....(but it may start with a HighScho and end up with OlMusical2...)
Days til College: 57

Little known fact: The patron saint of artillerymen, explosives, and lightning is Barbara. Considering today is Independence Day in the good old US of A which is often honored with 21 gun salutes guessed it! artillerymen and the nice, explosive type of fireworks, and as it is also storming right now, my friends and I deemed the 4th of July "Barbara Day" instead.

This week has been kind of lonely. I just wrote out a whole summary of exactly what happened that made it that way, but it all seemed really stupid when I said it all. Mostly, I'm sick of having friends gang up on me and make me feel stupid and unimportant.

It's really weird, but I have to put up with this a lot. I'm ok with my friends giving me shit for stupid things that I do, because there's a lot of material to work with. And it can be funny. I'm only human, so I make mistakes. So what? But for some reason, a lot of people I hang around with like to take these little flaws and stupid things I do or say and turn it into a huge personality defect. They give me crap about it over and over and over and don't stop, and it makes me feel like I'm two inches tall. And when I say something about it or point out what they're doing, the most common response is, "Oh, quit whining."

Great friends, right?

The fact that I also seem not to exist to them anymore is also fantastic. Last night I literally spent 40 minutes in a tent with my two best friends and didn't have a single word spoken to me until I stood up to go use the bathroom.

Sorry for being so depressing. I'm just in a weird funk. I feel like I don't fit in anywhere. Everyone is all coupley and, even if they deny it, they're definitely making their significant other a major priority over everyone else. Which I get, because there's only two months left until we move off to college. But we're all moving. Not just them. I want to see everyone all the time, but they don't have the time to.

Aggghhhh. AngstAngstAngst! Haha. Ok. Rant over, I think.


  1. I knew about Barbara since my dad was an artillery man for 32 years in the Canadian Armed forces.

    As for your 'friends', it's unfortunate you have to put up with their b.s. until you leave for college but you should know that when you DO arrive at college you will be able to re-invent yourself as the person that no longer cares about what they think. You should never let their opinions of you hold you back from being the person you want to be. You are too cool for that. They point out your 'flaws' because they can't face their own and unfortunately you are tied to them by a shared past. Once you make your own new memories you will be able to resist their attempts to bring you down. You are awesome and will be even more awesome as time goes by. Try to remember that.

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  3. Barbara Day: nice. Sorry about your friends. I'm one of those people who others think it's okay to insult, so I can sympathize with you. (And I won't make fun of you for it.)