Passive Aggressive Tendencies
As I was at the gym this morning for the fifth day in a row, I got a pleasant surprise. I was resting from a third set of incline dumbell hammer curls. A very nice looking and wellbuilt Hispanic man with a goatee (Meeeeooooooowwww) rested his hand on my shoulder and said to me "It's Friday... you can get through this." I just smiled and thanked him. While I probably looked drained from a grueling workout to this kind stranger, I had other things on my mind.
See... a person who I care deeply about really disappointed me last night. We had plans tonight, but he apparently forgot and made plans with other people. I was not invited to attend the dinner engagement. So, now I am feeling blue. I feel like I am a second class citizen in my own friendship. What's worse... I only see this special friend on weekends. I get all my exercise, all my eating right, all my cleaning house, all my cutting grass, all my bill paying, all my going through mail, all my blogging, all my emailing, all my chatting, and all my celibacy done during the week. I do this so I can devote all of my time to this special friend. Yet, lately every weekend brings an event that I am excluded from. It takes away four hours of
I will take the handsome Hispanic man's words of encouragement under advisement. "It is Friday... you can get through this"
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