I think I’ve found the one aspect of myself that will be my down fall in life: I have too high of expectations for people; I would have said that I expect too much of people, but I don’t think I do. I just think that people should have a certain level of respect and common decency when it’s called for. If that’s asking too much of people then something is seriously wrong with mankind these days. It shouldn’t be a surprise that I had this epiphany after an incident with my brother, who might be the most lacking in respect, decency, and overall consideration for others.
I was eight years old the first time a boy told me he loved me. It was my first “boyfriend” Michael. We were talking on the phone during a tornado warning because I was really scared. When I said I had to go, he said “okay. I love you”. To which I responded “Don’t say that. It’s weird.” and hung up the phone. The relationship didn’t last much longer. No boy has said the words “I love you” romantically to me since.
Last Sunday I’m pretty sure a guy I work with wanted to punch me in the face, and I kind of wanted him to just so he would get fired and we’d be done with it. The problem with where I work is the fact that I work mainly with people who are under 20 years old, and they are a pain in the ass. Don’t get me wrong, I like some of the people I work with, but I’m not a big fan of people in general…so that doesn’t help my problem. Anyway, I got into a bit of a fight with this kid, and I say “a bit of a fight” because he was upset and I was not at all affected by the situation.
On the first week back in school I had one of those awkward classes where the professor makes you get together with someone else and you have to tell each other things about yourselves….it wasn’t fun. As you all should know by now, I’m usually a naturally shy person in social situations where I don’t know the other person; add to that the aspect of them asking me questions about myself that I have no idea how to answer, no thank you.