I think it is time for me to expand on the nature of my stress over the past two weeks. Some of you have asked, and hey, I am nothing if not obliging. First, we have to have a little background. I play an internet game with other people. In this scenario there are four of us involved. I will be A (naturally), the person I am dating will be B, and then we have two other players C and D. Now, for the most part A and B play exclusively with each other. We had recently started playing with C, and we hardly ever played with D. Are we all straight on where everyone is on the stage?
C recently had a horrible tragedy happen in real life and was taking some time away. Both A and B reached out to him (about four or five times total) to express sympathy and to ask when he would be coming back. We didn’t hear back, and we didn’t push.
Then I made a mistake, I had a conversation with D. C and D have a thing, I don’t know what it is, but whatever, I know they talk. D says – “C and I were gonna [play] but it fell through because well, he is not coming back.”
Fair enough. Dude, just had a life changing experience, and probably needed some time away. I turned my attention back to the game, and realized I needed another C, so I started looking for one. I mention this casually and all hell broke loose.
The fall out took me by total surprise. In my mind I thought, “You never answered our calls (not even to say, ‘hey, still need some time, just hold on a while longer’), and your friend said you weren’t coming back.”
But do you know whose fault it now was?
That’s right. Mine.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I get it. C is hurt, thought we were replacing him. And so he came to me privately and we had a mature, intelligent chat and cleared up the misunderstandings and parted as friends.
HAHAHAHA, get the fuck outta here. Nope, he pulled a Cartman and essentially said, “Screw you guys, I’m taking my ball and going home.”
And I snapped.
Lost my fucking mind. If it were possible for me to turn into the Hulk, I would have done so.
(The postscript to this boondoggle is that D tried to cover her ass by saying she said “probably”. Hey, too bad for you that I save emails from all our conversations. Nice try, though.)
I thought to myself, “Hey, I have people that have my back here.”
Someone totally unrelated to the situation finally told me, “You can’t always take the blame, Amy. Sometimes other people have to man the hell up and own up to their shit. Don’t let it get to you.”
And so I won’t.
People are assholes. Go be an asshole somewhere else? Me? I’m too old for your shit.
P.S. My life is weird
P.P.S. I need new friends.