Save me, Zac Efron

I'll just cut to the chase. I was unsure if I should post really personal stuff on this blog. Aside from the whole "nothing's private on the internet" (yes, internet, I will not capitalize that!) concern, there's just something about airing dirty laundry that's kind of unappealing to me. But of course, not all personal stuff is dirty laundry...probably just the majority of the interesting stuff. Anyway, I gave it some thought last night, and this is my blog, darn it, so I'm going to blog about what I want to blog about! (Well, technically it's Marek's and my blog, but he even told me last night that it's mine.)

So here's what's up. I was spending a nice, quiet night with the puppy. I had done the dinner dishes - always a major accomplishment - and had cleaned up the second bedroom and even exercised a little. I put almost all of my clothes away. Then I was texting or messaging (won't say which) with someone, and this person in question was doing a really good job of unintentionally hurting my feelings. A LOT.

I'm not going to go into details, but suffice to say that I spent a good amount of time afterwards going back and forth between being angry and sad. If this were the first time said person(s) had made me feel like this, then I might just write it off. (Haha! Who am I kidding? I hold a grudge like nobody's business.) But it wasn't the first time, no. It's been going on for I'd say about 3 years now, but getting progressively worse.

In the end, sadness won out. I suppose after 3 years it succeeded in wearing me down a bit. So, I turned off the lights, and lay in bed and cried for awhile. Then I got to thinking, and I realized I had no one to talk to! Not just because Marek was out for the night and puppy was obliviously sleeping.

I would feel bad just calling someone up, crying, looking for a shoulder to cry on. Maybe there are people in my phone I could have done that to, but there wasn't anyone who came to mind, and that makes me even sadder than the thing that made me sad to begin with.