Negative confessions..mostly

Friday is confession time at Mamarazzi's blog, so that's what I do.

Warning: I started these on Thursday, when every little thing was grating on my nerves. Therefore, most of this post is negative and bitchy and irritating, but it is what it is.

Here I go....

I confess...

that when you speak to someone, you don't have to stand a mere three inches from them. I can hear you fine from a foot or two away. Personal space, people. Learn what that is.

I confess...

that it is not necessary to repeat every single thing I say. I know what I just said.

I confess...

it's also not necessary to call me right back after I leave you a message to ask a question I just answered. I told you your vehicle would be done at such and such time. Do you really feel the need to call back two seconds later and tell me you just heard my message and ask if that is correct. Why, yes, you dumbass, why else would I call and tell you that? For shits and giggles? I have better things to do.

I confess...

that it is disgusting and gross when you wear the EXACT same thing for several days in a row. When you are going out in public and going to a place where you had been the day before, and the day before that, please change. I do notice that nasty outfit you have on and that you haven't washed it, because it still has the dirt and creases in it from the day before.

I confess...

that I'm obviously  not cut out to work with people. They irritate me. I realize I come off as bitchy, but I have no patience. I should work on this.

I confess...
that while I like talking about myself like the next person, it is pretty important in friendships to ask about the other person's life. For instance, a line like this, "Hey, Melanie, what's going on in your life?" would work wonders. I can't remember the last time some people asked that. It's always about them and how much everyone loves them, or what they have going on in their life. You don't know what's going on because you don't ask or seem to care. Maybe that's why we don't talk much.....just a thought.

I confess...
that I'm ashamed of this post, but I posted it anyway, because it is what I'm feeling. I'm in a major funk, and I'm not sure how to get out of it. I try positive thinking, but it's just not working.

I confess...
I watched Bon Qui Qui last night to make me feel better when I was on the verge of frustration tears. It worked. :)

I confess...
I'm still singing NKOTBSB songs in my head. Loved it.