I should be sleeping right now but instead, I'm here, ready to complain. Really, I think that's what this blog is for, to complain. Here's what gets me today.
I have this friend. Friend C. When talking to friend C about things, such as the behavior of friend J, she'll totally agree with me. Friend J is crass, vulgar. Tons of fun but at times too much. And I can't deal with it on vacations anymore. And Friend C agrees even though when they are together, she jumps in and acts the same. Now, Friend C agrees that at turning 40 this year, she needs to grow up. And that Friend J, who is 40, needs to as well. And let's say, on our upcoming vacation, she doesn't want it to be a drunk fest because she wants to have fun and remember the trip. But....she gets around Friend J and everything she says to me goes out the door. Now here's my thing. If you want to act a certain way, do it. But don't say one thing to me and the minute you get around someone else, just throw all that out the door. Don't get me wrong. I admit to being totally prudish. But....there's a line you don't cross. And they do all the time.
Example: Friend J: "I have to go wash my twat now." For fucks sake, you're 40 years old. Say "I'm going to hop in the shower." There's no need to be vulgar and crass. We're not 20 year old college boys. Friend C agreed with me. But last weekend when we went out of town she was the one throwing that word around /purposely/. And they had a discussion where they were using that and the C-word back and forth. I have a feeling that Friend C told Friend J my feelings before I could and that they were mocking me. Fine, mock me. But don't expect me to continue being friends with you and travel with you if this is how you're going to behave. At 44.5 years old, I'd like to have an adult vacation. Because you realize, you can have those /with/ adult inappropriateness which is still fun. You don't need to run around and discuss your ever bodily function every minute of the day. It's so disgusting and makes me wonder why I'm friends with them sometimes.
And Friend C is extremely moody (moodier than me). Case in point. You don't answer her texts, she'll be mad for days. But should I show the string of unanswered texts messages from me? Yet, that's acceptable? I'm not quite sure how that works. I'm assuming that's why she didn't speak one word to me at church today. That's fine. I got other things to worry about (see, sick aunt from post a few days ago).
I think my day was summed up when this came on the radio:
Me. Them. Everyone. Probably me though.
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