So, today has been so so. Pretty mediocre truth be told. I'm going to list every moment in a seperate paragraph for easy reading, so when you decide this part of the story of Thom is boring, you can move on. Don't you wish all stories were like that?
I had to get up at 7ish to clear away to many beer bottles and the rest of the crap around my house from the night before. Then, waiting on Briggys to phone me(30mins after she said), then waiting for Briggys to come(2 hours late) Then...she fucked off to the warden. Cheers. Me and sim left doing nothing and bored, thus leading to major text fest on my part(free texts and calls fucking rock.) to find out what people were planning on doing, continuing this boring tale, we end up at Central Baptist, some water fight thing. Which we, to excuse the gaming term "pwned" at. Anyway, we then went out with Tasha, Tara, Joeo and Rachel to Maccy d's which cleansed my hunger completely, but, yes there is a but, about 30 seconds down the highstreet we walk past some girls, guess what they called me, a fucking greebo. Now I was about the sexiest thing on that highstreet at that present moment(not ego, true, I looked hawt) and didn't really appreciate the wrong evaluation of me.
I've had one of my friends, randomly, without any just reasoning or provocation, treat me like utter shit. Blocking me(msn messenger for you technofobes.), taking low jabs at me when ever possible, going out of their way not to be near me (asda isles are a bitch) and I think, not sure, lie to me about what they was doing. Sim noticed it allot and was pissed of about it. So I'm like cheers. I had a really indepth conversation with you about people treating you badly, then you do the same to me? I even opened up to you slightly and told you some things about me, which I thought would help you be at ease with your situation, that takes allot for me to do. So be fucking grateful Sam.
So now i also had to listen to how badly treated one of my friends(Mel) has been by her supposedly deeply in love with her boyfriend. I'm trying to be a empathic as I can, but is hard, 'Cause what i think she should do, she can't bring her self to do, stuck in a loop that just gets tighter and tighter until you can't breathe, thus i'm worried she will only pry them hands off her neck, when it's too late and the damage is done and burned into her for the rest of her life.
I had a few people over on the friday night, due to poor planing on Scott's behalf, so I kind took half his party people to my house and we just chilled watch films, ate food and drank, twas alright. But, yes another dooming but, I have my brother accusing them of stealing £60 which he apparently left in the strange black thing that hold our remotes. Then he remembers he put it somewhere in his room and is like, "did you take it thom, I don't care if you did I just want it back". At this point i'm about to smack him in the face, violence is necessary sometimes in my eyes. I being the caring, sympathetic person I am, offer to give him £60 to cover his loss so he isn't bollocked by my father who only just gave him that money. I really shouldn't of offered. He doesn't deserve it, cunt.
I was having a conversation, pretty much since I got home with Lauren(msn, the wonders of technology aye? Making stalking her so much easier), about various things. It led to me thinking about much I have changed and how less cruel and cynical I have become. I use to think everyone was inferior and that they were all doing everything wrong, to be honest I probably still do, but I'm so much better at keeping my mouth shut about it. Empathy, something that was lost to me then, now serves an important tool in my everyday evaluation of people. It might be some sort of subtle censorship on my part, either way it leads me to being so much nicer to people with their problems and where i can basicly be a reliable source of, on the surface, unjudgemental advice. But I always found it easy to give advice to people, especially when I thought they was being so over dramatic about their problems, naturally mine were so much more severe. To end a pointless, well point, I think I'm becoming far more connected to people. No where near as everyone else, I don't think I want that either, I don't feel the need to start handing out shotguns so to speak to people that they can shoot me with so easily, if they wanted too. I like being closed off from most, even allot of my "best" friends don't know half the things about me that I know about them. Well i suppose that is blind trust on their part. They have no insurance other then my word. Is it really worth that much?
There may be more bitching later. Just hope.