Saturday, January 17, 2009

Wow. What a weak.

January 17, 2008

Had a bad week. I was weak. I thought too much. Couldn't relax. Ran a race. Went all right, but not great. Energy is low. Want to be an introvert. Friend says "What's wrong". I say, "Had a bad week. Will get better." Friend says, "You don't need to be bitchy."

Ask me how well that went over.

I've learned that people have clearly defined expectations for how I should behave/react/show emotion in certain circumstances. When are they going to learn that I don't fit the collective mold?

Not only was my mold broken - they beat the hell out of the mold maker!


Becca said...

Oh I'm so sad now. I was there and looking for you at the finish line. (I was the wimp who ran the 5K) I would have welcomed any real or supposed "bitchyness" because sometimes you just need to blow off some steam and who better to do it with than a friend? Let's run this week--you're welcome to vent! I'll call you.

Becca said...

Hopefully you're not all black and blue from the beating :(

Staci said...

Well, if you don't want to know, don't ask . . . I haven't had a good tirade with you in a long time. We need to get together.

(PS--That doesn't sound bitchy to me AT ALL)

The McMillans said...

There is nothing worse than a bad week. I am so sorry, I understand completely. Hang in there.