Woes Turning to Whoas
What if you had a lunch date scheduled with a friend?
What if you had a lunch date scheduled with a friend and they consistently and systematically ignored every time you tried to reach out to discuss or schedule the lunch date?
What if, every time you called, texted or e-mailed this friend, you received no response back?
I imagine most people would respond with something along the lines of “Well, screw the lunch date then!” or “Doesn’t sound like much of a friend to me!”
But what if you were under contract to have this lunch date with this supposed friend by a certain date and were outright ignored each time you would ask simple things such as “Where would you like to meet?”, “What date do you want to do lunch?” or “What type of food do you feel like?”
In that case, you would probably feel as frustrated as I do. I’m a pretty positive person and certainly not quick to anger. But if there is one thing that absolutely infuriates me, one thing that crawls its way beneath my skin and burrows into that dark place deep inside, it is being outright ignored. Consider that tenfold, especially, if I have not done anything to warrant it or if significant time has been wasted in the process of attempting to secure this lunch date after it was agreed upon.
You cannot get time back. I would have much rather been told by the friend that the lunch date was cancelled so I could call other friends and schedule new lunch dates. I do not appreciate being made to feel like the annoying kid sister, constantly tugging at someone’s sleeve for attention or even a simple lunch date. I do not appreciate being ignored after my time has already been penciled out on the calendar. I do not appreciate receiving zero response from a friend, because I go out of my way to be courteous and expecting the same in return is not asking a lot.
My woes have quickly turned into “Whoa!”s – And not in the good way.
More like “Whoa, people can be really crappy!”, “Whoa, this can’t be normal” and “Whoa, I wish I knew what was going on!”
I don’t particularly care at this point if people read this and walk away angry or become aggravated with me. I don’t owe you a damn thing.
It’s late here – Things always tend to look better in the light of a new day. Tomorrow, when the sun is glossing over the world and warmth surrounds me, I will rise to the challenges that the universe throws at me. Tonight, wrought in long overdue frustration and with the stars by my side, I will let myself be angry. And disappointed. And irritated. And disillusioned with others – But just for tonight.
Thanks for letting me vent, World. Lessons have been learned, particularly that there are many, many lunch dates in the future to look forward to. And I will, because it is worth it.