Hmmmm.

[nyyki]

It's no secret to my friends that I don't do well this time of year. I absolutely hate February 14, and this has been a constant for a great while, even when I was married. If I could, I'd spend tomorrow sequestered, but I'm going out of town at the end of the week so I have too much to do.

A friend of mine (Yes, even now) last night decided it was his mission to knock me out of my depression. Problem is, he has the social aptitude of a rabid pit bull. His naievete about how depression works, coupled with some personal stuff of his own, had the single result of making me feel rather pissed off and feeling even more marginalized. He also made the cardinal mistake of speaking for others, which always leads to trouble.

So, I immediately called one of the other people he purported to speak for, and she and I had a long talk. Talking with her made me feel a lot better.

One of the side effects of a long bout of relationshiplessness is a feeling that you're not important to others, and she helped me feel that I was valued. (One can know they're valued without feeling it, and all the knowing in the world can't make you feel better because thinking doesn't directly affect feelings.)

so, in a weird way, my friend did cause some results, though I generally don't condone burning down the house to get someone to water the plants. And my other friend is even more valuable to me than before.

And as for the first friend? I now know more about him, and what kinds of games he tries to play, and I am far more wary now.

Comments

[storm-jack.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you were able to work things out with your female friend and that ya'll are now closer.

And that you learned about the other friend.

And I'm also EXTREMLY glad the bull in the china shop wasn't me this time ;)