Other People
People seem to keep having their own damned problems that they shove down my throat like I aske dfor them, which is fine, because I’d probably get around to it anyways, but, they have this tendency to impress them upon me, like I’m the fault of them.
The part that actually sucks is knowing they are wrong, and also knowing there’s not much I can do to make them see it.
They are always right this time, and I need to learn to trust them, but, after the bomb goes off, and after the smoke clears, I’m the one left to pick up the pieces. Which is fine, once.
Or twice.
Or twenty times.
But, eventually, you think they’d catch onto the part where maybe they start taking my advice? Where maybe they start trusting me, or acting like I know what I’m talking about? I mean, I’m not asking them to blindly follow, just to consider what I’m saying, maybe not shoot it down immediately? I don’t think that’s an unreasonable request, really.
In the end, all I really end up doing is wondering if I’m actually helping them get to where they were, or if they are just an algorithm that was always going to do what they ended up doing, and maybe I was just there for it.
Either way, it’s significantly annoying to go on the same ride over and over…
and over.
And in the end, they take it out on me. The time I don’t want to be there for their crap, the time I don’t want to pick up their pieces, maybe the time I just don’t want to be involved in the stress… I’m a bad friend who always causes things, and no wonder <insert whatever my current problem is>. It’s surely because people hate/loathe/dislike/think I’m conceited/whatever. They don’t seem to remember everything I’m done with, or maybe even that I’m not the bad guy, before they lash out at me saying how awful I am.
And by some screw up, they’re all I have to turn to when things go badly for me. Oh, fun.
“You make it sound so easy to be alive… But tell me how am I supposed to seize this day, when everything inside of me has died? My reply: Trust me girl, I know your legs are pleading to leap, but I offer you this easy choice: instead of dying, living with me….“
