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Sheesh
Warning: Rant entry, don’t bother reading it if you don’t care about petty things that bother girls.
I really dislike it when friends start to tell me something but they don’t really give you the whole story. One friend told me about a little drama happening on Facebook involving another girl we used to know in highschool. She posted up her recent wedding photos and was basically bragging about how much money she has, so another friend of ours sort of put her in her place. But I don’t have access to these photos and therefore can’t see the comments. I asked if my friend could change her password so I could log in briefly to see what was going on, even though it’s super immature, I know. But she just avoided answering me on that one. Just tell me NO for goodness’ sake if you don’t want to do that. At the same time, it’s just facebook! As if it’s so important to guard the account that preciously. She said she’d e-mail me some of the photos and comments made, but never did. And that’s the minor and immature situation that I shouldn’t care about anyway.
The second situation, another friend called me up yesterday. She wants to hang out sometime. We caught up briefly over the phone in the mean time. She asks me how I’m doing, I say same old. I ask her how she’s doing, she gives the impression that something’s bothering her. I ask her if it’s work ’cause it was Sunday and she was working, but she says no and that it was something else. Obviously I ask her what, and she just mumbles her way through not answering me. If you don’t want to freaking tell me what’s wrong, then don’t even hint at it. What’s the point and hinting to me that something’s bothering you when you’re not going to tell me? I know that those two sentences just repeated the same thing, but I wanted to reiterate the pointlessness of the situation.
Anyway, that’s what’s annoying me lately. :P
Posted by tastethehappy
September 2008
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