Can I Live?

Let me start off by saying that I acknowledge that I am not the only person in the world with problems and things going on. However, my concern at times when I have important things to deal with are MY problems. While I can understand another person's having issues, I cannot be expected to put my own, much more critical issues aside to make yours my focus. I accept the blame in creating that environment with most of the regular offenders - setting my own things aside to "ear" them through theirs - but when the magnitude of my own shit is clearly critical, its really just selfish to expect you burning the chicken to be my priority. Deal with it. Order pizza. WTF are you calling me for?

If you have ever been out of a job, for any reason, and spent any amount of time looking for another one, think about how stressful it was. Now tack on today's economy, a place as competitive as NYC, and the ramifications of my having to move back upstate, and you MIGHT have an idea of the level of stress I am dealing with. In most cases, its got nothing to do with you in particular, I just dont feel like talking. I have no patience for trivial shit right now, and I dont want to chit chat or small talk either. Anything you could possibly want to know about my situation and how things are going are all right here. Thats why I blog about it cause I dont wanna fucken talk LOL.

If you have known me for any significant matter of time, you know this is what I do - I retreat to my corner, I deal with my situation and when its resolved, I'll be back on the main line, next to Jesus. Until then, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, LOL. I love you, but I dont wanna talk to [most of] you. I've never really been much the phone girl to begin with, but especially right now, I dont wanna answer a hunid questions, and I dont wanna hear about the bullshit in your life, that nine times out of ten, you've brought on yourself. You gotta tell me something that actually pertains to ME then fine, Im online all day when Im not out interviewing - shoot me an email. If you call, expect to leave it on my voicemail, because while on rare occasion, I may take the call, or return one, by and large, I just dont wanna be bothered. As much time as I've spent being there for other people, it should be okay that I take time out to do what I need to do for me, dont you think? I mean for once - FOR ONCE - can some shit not be about you and your fucken burnt chicken?

Gawd. *rolling my eyes*


Disclaimer: "Burnt chicken" is a metaphor. No foul or creatures of any kind were injured in the making of this blog.