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| Saturday November 25, 2006 12:21am |
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"Best I Ever Had" - Gary Allan |
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I absolutely HATE IT when people are unreliable. It is my all time biggest annoyance. It can come in many forms. Usually, it is lateness. I can tolerate people being late on occasion by ten or fifteen minutes. It turns into a problem when someone is more than half an hour late and does not call, which can completely ruin your plans, or when someone is always late by ten or fifteen minutes, which makes me wonder if I have to tell them to meet me at 4:45 if we want to leave at 5:00.
Another form of unreliability is simply not coming through for someone. This is when someone is depending on you for something and you simply left them hanging. Perhaps I called you up and asked you if I could borrow your notes from whatever class; you say yes, but you forget to bring them with you the next time we see each other. This leaves me noteless come test time, thus completely fucking me over. Another example is if I am waiting for you to come over so we can go do something, but you never show up. I especially love this when you never even call, leaving me sitting around my house for hours, wondering where the fuck you are and if you are even going to have the decency to call me and tell me what happened. And then I wonder what sort of things I might have done with my time if you had called three hours ago and told me that you couldn't make it. And then I wonder what colors you will turn when I throttle you.
This last one happened to me tonight. And thankfully for my sanity and my relationship, it was not Louis.
I am going back to Pullman tomorrow with my friend Julian at 1pm. This was a last-minute arrangement, and I had been expecting to leave on Sunday instead of Saturday. So I called up Dorothy and told her I was leaving tomorrow, so she came over right away, even though she could only stay for half an hour. Max love for Dorothy. I called up Joel, but he didn't answer. I left a message telling him the situation and urged him to call me back ASAP so that we could hang out before I left.
While I was waiting for him to call me back, two hours later, Louis told me that he was going to go hang out with our friends, Mallory and Derek, and that I was invited to come along. I figured Joel was not going to call back, so I said, "Sure, I'd love to come." Originally, the plans were that we would go over there at 8:30.
At 8:10, Louis calls me and tells me that Mallory had a slight change of plans, she had to go visit her aunt or something, but we would still get to hang out. She was going to call Louis when she got done with her aunt, and after that we would hang out as planned.
At 8:25, Joel calls me back and asks if I want to go to a movie at 10:00. As much as I would like to go with him, I am a reliable, loyal person, so I tell him that I already made plans with someone else. We decide we'll see each other over Chrictams break.
10:30 rolls around. Mallory has not called Louis. I'm a little frustrated at this point, but I decide that the night is still young. I tell Louis that I'm sleepy because I got to bed sort of late last night, so I'm going to take a nap; please call me when you find something out from Mallory.
I wake up at ten past midnight in the living room. All the lights are off and my mom has gone to bed. I pick up the phone and call Louis. He tells me he was just about to call me and tell me that Mallory still has not contacted him. By now, we ought to give up on the idea of doing anything tonight.
Now I am royally pissed. If I had known that Mallory was not going to come through, I would have said yes to Joel and gone to see a movie with him. We may have had a little visit from the awkward fairy over the summer (rewind: in short, he got me drunk and made out with me), but he was still my best friend for the better part of three years, and I'm really upset that I didn't get to see him this week. All week, I haven't gotten to see anyone except for Dorothy. I didn't even go visit that creepy Michael guy from UW (the one that hits on me in front of my boyfriend). I've been camped out on the couch with my laptop all week. Hell. I could have done that at school. And now tonight, my last chance to see anyone in Renton has been completely fucked up because Mallory didn't think it was important to call and let us know that she was going to be able to make it.
Is it just me, or is it really that difficult to take forty-five seconds of your time to call up the person you've made a commitment to and tell them that you have to break it? Yes I'm going to be upset that we can't hang out, but at least now I can make other plans with someone else and not waste my life waiting around for you.
Please, someone tell me if it's just me and it's actually a really big imposition to call someone if you can't make it.
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