I go to work. I am around people all day. Generally, I’m not a mean or angry person but even I get mad. I have problems, I go through crap while I’m working. “When you’re going through hell, keep going”. I get scared, I get my feelings hurt, I hate rejection just like anyone else.
About four months ago, I went into work and right when I’m doing my job I realize, “Hey, no one likes me”. It hit me like a ton of bricks. But I kept working. It was shocking and depressing. But I carried on. I often feel that no one respects me. Hey, I’ve proved myself. People want to play games? Fine. Then I’ll laugh at the punk who tried to bully me at the laundromat today, but then I made eye contact and I scared the sucker in front of his girlfriend. Good. Two can play at that game. In reality. People want to act like they have power over me? They can eat crow while I turn it around on them. The girls in my town? Hey, I’m tolerant and I want to be liked, but sorry ladies, I’m not responsible for you and I will put up with only so much crap. I like some of you but I don’t have to like all of you. Enough said.
Man, today was a nice day!! Sorry, I just had to get that crap off of my chest. Today was an average day. I did my laundry, I went to my doctors appointment, I met with an employment counselor at my clinic for the first time. I’m looking for a new less physical job because I’m a 54 year old man with a bad back.
The female counselor literally looked like she was 18 and I told her so. She just laughed, she was in her twenties I think. I did my routine afterward and got a soda at the drive-thru. I came home and made some phone calls and took care of some pressing business. Paid my rent, took a walk. I’m looking forward to the weekend. I’ll rest up and clean my car, and I’m planning on going to the park and maybe I’ll check out the library downtown.