"Max, after insisting he doesn’t only hang with me for sex, invited me to hang out. We didn’t have sex, that’s not the reason that sucked. After watching about two star trek episodes, he tells me something along the lines of “I don’t want to be kicking you out, but I want to do something other than sit on the couch today so I’m gonna go hang out with Brandon.”
Because you couldn’t have possibly said, “Hey Ali, let’s go do something other than sit on the couch today!” It’s not like the way you put it made me feel like shit because you are constantly making plans with other people while we’re already hanging out, implying that I’m an entirely uninteresting piece of meat only around for filling your need for female contact until you can go off and do things with your actual friends that you’d much rather be around."
So that's pulled from my tumblr today. Pretty much still how I feel. And I let max know, in lighter terms of course. He said he was sorry, but he just assumed that I wasn't going to be comfortable in social situations. Really? That's not something you assume, that's something you ask. He already acts like I'm this little pathetic awkward puppy that can't do anything on her own. I have some anxiety, yes, but I can go out in public you ass-hole.
He also thought it would be great to say that he was gonna feel really bad about things because he upset me, which should make me feel empathy for him, right? However it's likely coming from the side of him that needs female attention. I could be totally wrong, but that's just how it feels to me.
This morning I was upset because getting people to hang out with me is like pulling teeth, but this just made it worse. Not only is it impossible for me to hang out with people, but when I do hang out with them they don't actually want to be there.
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