The not happy thread

Well wyer that sucks. I hope gets better

 

Do I need to beat someone up for you?

I really feel for you, I get bad anxiety driving on freeways and to places I have never driven to before, especially if it's dark out. If you don't feel comfortable driving there, maybe try to see if your friend or someone else who is going would be willing to carpool? I hope you get things worked out!

I'm sorry, Wrey. I hope he cheers up soon!

 

I am the only one who lives in my town. Everyone else lives in Sacramento proper...where the theater is. If I had known in advance, I could have mentally prepared.

 

Nope, it's all good. It is now figured out and I'm a complete idiot for allowing myself to fall for it.

 

Stink. Well, I hope you find a way to get there! Maybe you could mapquest it and pretend to drive it first...do what Joey did on Friends when they went to London and he stepped into the map.

Aww, you're not a complete idiot...be nice...

 

I just got back from my trip which despite lousy weather was an awesome time. Because he lives in Ottawa and I live in Oshawa, I don't get to see my best friend all that often, and I already miss him.

When I came home, I found my dog's lip was hanging down. While I was away he was attacked by our neighbour's dog. There isn't much that can get me angry, but seeing the poor guy's face, I'm boiling. It's probably best I wasn't here when the attack happened. The worst part is he may need a complicated surgery. He's fourteen years old, I'm really not comfortable making him go through something like that now, but just putting him on pain medicine and hoping it heals isn't the best option either. Being struck on one of my most sensitive nerves has left me very unhappy.

 

Oh my god! I hope your dog is ok. That's terrible.

 

Bluh. I'm feeling quite neglected.

 

I'm cranky. Stupid femaleness.

 

I'm in love with a girl who already has a boyfriend. She also is barely aware of my existence.
Sorry, just something I need to get off my chest.

 

I slept for approximately an hour last night. Boyfriend came home six hours later than he was supposed to, and didn't seem to care that I was upset about it. I really don't want to cry at work, but I'm tired enough that I just might.

 

I couldn't sleep last night either, Mal. It was really weird, I just...couldn't.
I only nabbed a couple hours at most. That's what coffee is for, I suppose. Sorry to hear about your bad night.

 

Haha, sympathy insomnia perhaps? I'm sorry you couldn't sleep, though.

It's okay. I just...::sigh:: Any time that I'm out, and I think that I might be home later than I originally planned, I ALWAYS call to let him know. And it wasn't even that he didn't call, it was more that he didn't seem to care. Which really isn't like him at all.

I'm starting to think that our friend that he was with doesn't like me very much, and was probably voicing those thoughts. That worries me.

 

Hey, maybe it was sympathy insomnia!

It's amazing and a little terrifying how the opinion of someone else can rub off on someone, just like that. Especially if the someone else is a trusted friend of the someone.

 

Thing is, he's supposed to be my friend, too. I mean, he and my boyfriend have known each other longer. But this guy is usually nice to me when I'm around, and we've hung out one-on-one plenty of times with no trouble. Sometimes, though, he's a complete douchebag and I don't know why.

Anyway, sorry. I don't want to flood this thread with my superficial issues.

 

That's what the thread is for.

I've known people like that. They're really nice people much of the time. But then sometimes, for seemingly no reason, they're not even the same person and they act like complete jerks, which makes things completely awkward. I'm not one to call someone out right then and there, so I usually just try to forget about the outburst and move past it. But if I continue to see it happen, I can't help but move away from friendship to a sort of patient, yet dull tolerance.

Hey man, I know exactly what you're going through. That rotten, longing feeling in your stomach whenever she's around. Hehe, it's the worst! (Well ok, it's not the worst, but it is tough)

 

It feels like it gets tougher by the day. However it is the worst part of my high school life. Thanks for the sympathy.

 

I was in love with my best friend in High School, Lost. It was very, very painful. I've only just had an internet chat with him about a month ago. I'm 39 now to let you know how long ago High School was for me.

It was strange.

 

Wow, that would be tough.

 

And.......the voice of experience speaks....lol

Talk it out without. He doesn't care, force the reasons open, before it becomes a disease that chews away into your relationships. *hugs* for getting better.

Migraines...*shudder*.....*huggles*, I completely sympathise.

aww, that must've sucked. Hope he's feeling better now.

 

It was rough. He came from a rather religious family. I even started to go to church with him and his parents just to spend time with him, much to the confusion of my parents.

 

*narrows eyes*

You trying to say something lass?

 

@Wrey-, but hey, you're with a great person now, lets not get into the past!

*glares at Lav*

Stop making him remember. And you bet I am...now it's up to you to guess.

 

Very true. But my unrequited high school love was many, many, many years ago. The memory has turned from just bitter to bitter sweet. In my youthful silliness I even gave him one side of a best friends charm at our Military Ball. (We were both in JROTC).

Boys do not do this.

Thinking back on the whole thing, he accepted the charm with uncommon grace. Of course, this only served to heighten my feelings for him as this little ritual made me feel like we were dating in a strange, unspoken, innocent way.

I still have my half of the charm inside of a little ivory jar.

 

I feel for you. I've had such a period which I don't know how to label (I don't think I can use the word 'love', but at least a strong like). I liked a close friend, she dated (and still goes out with him, by the way) a friend of mine and all of us together were classmates. Meaning we are around 7 hours a day together, along with the rest of the class.

Don't know though, then to my rescue came two facts -- he was my friend and they look perfect for each other.

Hope you find an escape rope, because I know what it's like.