Valentines day Blues.
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 06:46 PM PST
Topic Whining


Well, it's Valentines Day, and I am once again holed up in my room, hiding from the masses. Not because I view this day as yucky, stupid, or pointless. This day reminds me of two things: pain, and bad luck.
Example, circa last year, same day. My girlfriend at the time gets arrested for shoplifting and calls me up at 6:12 AM. I went to bed at 3:30 AM. I am very tired, pissed, and scared. She asks me to call a good lawyer (6:12 AM?!?!?), and front her $500 dollars for bail. WHAT?!?! Then she hangs up on me before I can ask anything.

I go to class, messing up my exams, and go home, getting ready to treck out to downtown Chicago, to find out what the hell is going on, and to maybe ask a few monitary favors from friends. Right as I'm about to call 411, the phone rings. It's her, asking if I can just pick her up from the precinct. Yeah, sure, as long as you're alright.

So, I call in to work, gonna be late. I drive out to Chicago, drive Lake Shore Drive (I swore I wouldn't again, because I got into an accident, and was still in the rental truck). I find the precinct, and she's not in the building. She's in the OTHER building, (female mind reader award not applied).

On the drive back to her dorm, she explains what happened. She lifted some diet pills, trying to be seen. She wanted the attention, because apparantly I wasn't giving it. That week I did as much as I could possibly do for her. Guess it wasn't enough. I drop her off, then have to promptly leave. Her mom is showing up, with the sister. There is supposed to be a little dorm get together that night, and I'm not invited (I work too long too). Ok, whatever bye.

I go to work, get bitched out because of EVERYTHING (see a pattern about V-day suckiness?), and finally get done with my shift. I get home, the phone is ringing off the hook, and it's Marie. apparantly, the sister got everyone down her throat (The sister is good at being a bitch), so Marie is sobbing on the phone. I hear the sister yelling in the background. There is nothing I can do, and it pisses me off more, and makes me utterly helpless.

Eventually everyone left, (those who were neutral didn't do a damned thing to help her), and the sister had Marie all to herself to bitch at. Since it was finally one on one, and I had more mit-terms the next day, I got off the phone. Still in this shitty attitude, I pretty much found the first bottle I could, and fell asleep before it could hit me.

Thus ends last year. It's like that every year. This year was the first that nothing happened. And I know the reason. I've holed myself up in my room, and am trying to keep everyone at bay. AIM is nice to me now, no one asks for romance with me there. (Yes, I am a little jaded and/or bitter, oh well) To everyone else who can relate, please leave a response. I just felt like this little story was fitting.

Blessed be, all.
Phalkon13

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