Is it just me, or do some guys act more like high school girls than girls do?
Funny, I thought I graduated high school in 2001… and yet, last year, something happened behind my back that I thought people left behind in high school days. So if you’ve been following me for a while, you may know that my long-time boyfriend left me utterly heartbroken in October. To top that off, a close friend of mine had passed away. Basically, I wasn’t okay for a long time after. I was so far from being anywhere near “okay.”
I just fell really quiet for a while. Kept my head down. Occasionally forced a fake smile and a few “I’m fine’s” and just kind of thought that I wouldn’t mind if I accidentally walked into oncoming traffic one day. There wasn’t really anyone I could talk to about it, and I just simply didn’t tell my best friend how bad off I was because I didn’t want to bother her with it all. As it turned out, two of my ex and I’s “mutual friends” revealed their true colors when they decided that they couldn’t be friends with me anymore because my depression was an inconvenience for them.
A coworker friend reached out. He had been through similar things and managed to see past the facade I was trying to put on. He was actually there for me and whether he realizes it or not, he saved my life. So we were hanging out all the time, going on coffee breaks together, going to lunches together… and next thing I knew, suddenly I started hearing rumors around the office. Apparently all of that meant we were OBVIOUSLY hooking up. /sarcasm.
Fast forward to months after I quit and got myself out of that environment. I go back to visit and grab dinner with a different friend who still worked there. Next thing I know, there’s another rumor about me that I’m hooking up with this other guy now. I think you can imagine how irritating it was getting.
It’s been 7 months. SEVEN. And now there’s a rumor that I must be hooking up with a third friend-who-still-works-there because we went to a Comic-Con party together.
Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.
And I know exactly where it stemmed from this time… and although there are much more personal reasons why I don’t think I can ever be friends with my ex again, this just adds to it. What? You really wanna hear me talk about how I hate one of your best friends/coworkers and how he needs to mind his own freaking business, keep his mouth shut, and focus on his own life and marriage instead of gossiping about what I may or may not be doing with mine?
For the record, no, I never hooked up with any of those people. Didn’t realize two people of the opposite sex couldn’t just be platonic friends. My god.
Anyway. Back to posting my art and Instagrams. Just needed to vent for a minute.
This is probably a bad idea to let you back in. Also probably not fair considering I’m still keeping the other one out. But hey, “you live and you learn” and “you can’t break a broken heart” or something, right?