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rinueYou may recall that last weekend brooked some fairly depressing entries, Status Update and Under the Round Table. (If you can't remember, just go to my page and scroll down. Ahhh, the glory of archiving.) What you may not know is that last weekend I was stood up by effectively everyone I know who lives within two hours' driving distance.
This is not an exaggeration.
Delia & Mavis stood me up, although they may not realize they did and can therefore be forgiven. Leann stood me up too. Patrick stood me up at least twice. In fact, people I hadn't even met managed to stand me up, including a couple of guys and an entire teahouse. There were other people too, but I stopped counting when I got to 7 incidents.
All of these people, of course, waited until the last possible moment so that I was unable to formulate alternate plans.
I dealt with it. I was hurt, and angry, and basically broken, but I dealt with it. I put on a lot of makeup. I went to Sonic and got tater tots. I played Trivial Pursuit. I accepted the fact that I'd been stood up by everyone who had a fragment of an opportunity to stand me up, even though I'm supposedly this incredibly amazing person who it's pleasant to spend time with.
They all had good reasons, of course, and I am self-effacing and understanding. I aplogized to them for being a stressor.
Week goes by. We're now in present day.
I've just been stood up by Val. I've just been stood up by Val after agreeing that it made more sense for us to stay in town this weekend so that she could work on her Dickinson project. I've just been stood up by Val after I spent my entire afternoon waiting for her to show up.
She says she tried to call, repeatedly, and couldn't get through. I believe her.
I just don't care particularly.
Especially since later in that phone conversation she implied that she might be standing me up for tomorrow, too. She says "might," but I know it's "will." I'm to the point where I don't expect Tom North or Arielle to show up, even though I've seen their flight iteneraries.
And now I've been stood up by even livejournal, since my internet won't connect properly. I think I'll twine flowers in my hair and walk into the creek.
This is not an exaggeration.
Delia & Mavis stood me up, although they may not realize they did and can therefore be forgiven. Leann stood me up too. Patrick stood me up at least twice. In fact, people I hadn't even met managed to stand me up, including a couple of guys and an entire teahouse. There were other people too, but I stopped counting when I got to 7 incidents.
All of these people, of course, waited until the last possible moment so that I was unable to formulate alternate plans.
I dealt with it. I was hurt, and angry, and basically broken, but I dealt with it. I put on a lot of makeup. I went to Sonic and got tater tots. I played Trivial Pursuit. I accepted the fact that I'd been stood up by everyone who had a fragment of an opportunity to stand me up, even though I'm supposedly this incredibly amazing person who it's pleasant to spend time with.
They all had good reasons, of course, and I am self-effacing and understanding. I aplogized to them for being a stressor.
Week goes by. We're now in present day.
I've just been stood up by Val. I've just been stood up by Val after agreeing that it made more sense for us to stay in town this weekend so that she could work on her Dickinson project. I've just been stood up by Val after I spent my entire afternoon waiting for her to show up.
She says she tried to call, repeatedly, and couldn't get through. I believe her.
I just don't care particularly.
Especially since later in that phone conversation she implied that she might be standing me up for tomorrow, too. She says "might," but I know it's "will." I'm to the point where I don't expect Tom North or Arielle to show up, even though I've seen their flight iteneraries.
And now I've been stood up by even livejournal, since my internet won't connect properly. I think I'll twine flowers in my hair and walk into the creek.
