Saturday, April 4, 2015

sofa king done

“I’m going to need you to come get me on that weekend”

It wasn’t even a question. I wasn’t even given the option to say no. like hello? I’ve told you before I have plans on that weekend. Have you ever considered my schedule?

People never consider my schedule. They never ask if I’m free. They just take it for granted that I am going to entertain their every whim. Why? Because I’m too nice to say no. Because I’m obligated to entertain them because we are blood relatives. Because generally speaking, it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to have plans at all because I’m such a lazy bum I almost always spend my time alone like the loner I am. Because it is unheard of that I have friends. Well, thanks to this I might not even have any friends anymore after this.

Do people know that I am generally alone in this city? I don’t have friends in this city. I have my colleagues who have their own lives outside of the office. I have uni friends who have their own lives outside of weekdays. My hometown friends are generally unreachable. I am generally alone here. And when my office frends make plans, especially one that involves going somewhere for the entire weekend for a bbq party, I. WANT. TO. GO.

Of course, that is not the case because I am not the type of person to go to such functions. Of course, everybody knows how introverted I am. Big gatherings like this are nightmares to me. Well if you think like that then 



I really want to go to that barbeque. We’ve been planning something for MONTHS and not one plan was remotely successful except this one. And now I can’t go. because nobody bothered to ask if I had any plans for that weekend. Of course I don’t have any plans. I’m so anti-social and boring my only friends are Joey, Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Rachel and Chandler. See, I have 6 Friends. I don’t need any more. I can spend my weekend with Friends. What more should I ask for?


What I’m trying to say is that there is only so much frustration I can take before I decide to do something about it. I don’t have a venting outlet. I don’t have anything in this city. Mind you I live on the 9th floor. Jumping off it is very simple. Do not push me. 

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