I'd say being a crutch for people to lean on, but that just seems like a gross understatement to me.
I'm sick and tired of always being the person people come to for every problem. Boyfriend issues? They come to me. Parent issues? They come to me. Alcohol/drug issues? They come to me. Thinking about killing themselves? They come to me. It's never ending. My best friend is awesome, but she has a lot of issues. And every single time anything is bothering her, she has to come to me. While I was out here in Afghanistan, due to me not being around, she became suicidal. Another woman that I kind of like just has 50 million problems and it's constant issues. It keeps me from wanting to meet up with her and make anything happen. I feel like I could make a fortune if I started charging people to have me listen to their problems and help them with it. I'm like a magnet for women with enough baggage that no airline would allow them to check it all in.
And while I'm posting, I'd just like to add a quick rant about people who bitch to me about their problems that involve making Christmas not awesome. For instance, one friend IMed me to cry about how she misses her ex-boyfriend and is upset she can't spend Christmas with him. I'm sorry, but boo fucking hoo. I'm in the middle of fucking Afghanistan, surrounded by assholes who'd love nothing more than to see me die, away from all my family and friends, and temporarily transferred bases for this month so I can't even be with what few friends I've made at my normal base. And you want me to have a pity session for you? GTFO.
I'm sick and tired of always being the person people come to for every problem. Boyfriend issues? They come to me. Parent issues? They come to me. Alcohol/drug issues? They come to me. Thinking about killing themselves? They come to me. It's never ending. My best friend is awesome, but she has a lot of issues. And every single time anything is bothering her, she has to come to me. While I was out here in Afghanistan, due to me not being around, she became suicidal. Another woman that I kind of like just has 50 million problems and it's constant issues. It keeps me from wanting to meet up with her and make anything happen. I feel like I could make a fortune if I started charging people to have me listen to their problems and help them with it. I'm like a magnet for women with enough baggage that no airline would allow them to check it all in.
And while I'm posting, I'd just like to add a quick rant about people who bitch to me about their problems that involve making Christmas not awesome. For instance, one friend IMed me to cry about how she misses her ex-boyfriend and is upset she can't spend Christmas with him. I'm sorry, but boo fucking hoo. I'm in the middle of fucking Afghanistan, surrounded by assholes who'd love nothing more than to see me die, away from all my family and friends, and temporarily transferred bases for this month so I can't even be with what few friends I've made at my normal base. And you want me to have a pity session for you? GTFO.
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