self-saboteur
I got that “Storm” by Glenn Lewis on repeat.
So, a friend decided to “throw me a bone” and offer to come watch the Final Four games with me at my place.
I had previously pointed out to them that anytime I wanna hang out, I always get a “no”, so I was gonna stop asking. This was/is their attempt to “make amends” for neglecting me. While I should probably do a cartwheel at their generosity, I’m cool on being somebodies charity case.
I reacted somewhat strongly to these words, because I don’t want someone just doing something with me because they feel bad. I’d rather you do it because you actually want to. And I kinda knew they were tryna “make it up to me” when they made the offer, and I was set to go along with it until they actually said that was the reason.
And maybe I shouldn’t be like that. If I wanna hang with them, maybe I should just say “Thanks, see ya tomorrow”. But……welp, that ain’t me. Too stubborn, I guess. Too proud. Its all apart of my self-sabotage thing I got goin’ on for myself. I’m pretty good at it.
Of course I let them know that while I appreciate the gesture, it wasn’t necessary for them give me a courtesy visit.
And now I guess I’ll probably be watching the games alone. Way to go, B. At least I still have my pride right? Whatever.
Maybe one day I’ll get over myself, and accept the wimpy handouts kind favors.
Maybe not.
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April 05th, 2008 |
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