Today my sister turned 19. She went to this surprise
party that our church held at Bro. Jim and Sis. Judy's house and
everything was a '50s theme. I didn't go because I had to work.
It was pretty busy there and I made it a point to stay outside
as much as possible. I even took my breaks outside on the bench and
read "Catch-22" instead of taking my break in the break room. I plan
on doing that on a regular basis now, for a number of reasons. I
noticed that the whole time that Carly was ignoring me, she would
avoid the break room whenever I was in it. I have a hunch that since
we're not friends anymore, it would be awkward for us to both be in
there. So I'm doing this to do us both a favor. I don't want to run
into her and she doesn't want to see me. But running into her isn't
the main reason. I basically found out from her that the people who
told me they would try to talk to her about the situation between
us actually seem to side more with her. I never get anyone telling
me that she said anything, but they all go to her and tell her
everything that I said. She said they would make fun of me, too, so
I'm sure not going to walk into the break room and stay there for my
break or lunch with no clue on who was making fun of me. They never
invite me over, anyway, whenever they go do stuff, so they're
obviously fine without me, so I won't feel guilty taking my breaks
by myself and out of sight.
But I was thinking. Carly said I got too clingy and always wanted
to do things and she would feel bad when she didn't want to. She
said she didn't want the pressure of being the one to make me feel
better. But I was thinking about her and Nick. First of all, she
thinks I'm jealous of him because I seem sad whenever they go do
things. It's not because of him, or her doing things. But most of
the time when I want to do something with her, she can't because
she's already got plans with either him, Ami, or her whole group of
friends. He always gets first dibs on a new movie coming out unless
he doesn't want to see it. Then I get to see that one with her. He
freakin' pages her over the intercom when he's going on break so
that she can take hers, too. I seldom request she go on break
with me, and the few times that I did, she would say she doesn't
want to. Whenever I would want to take a lunch with her, she would
say she probably won't take a lunch. Then later I find out that she
ate her lunch on one of her non-lunch breaks with Nick. I just don't
understand that if he can make plans with her often, then why am I
such a bad guy for wanting to do the same? I have nothing against
Nick. He's cool and I've started becoming friends with him and even
was thinking about hanging out with him, but now that this thing
happened with Carly and me, she'll probably think I'm starting to
hang out with him to get to her. Oh well, let her think what she
wants. She blamed me for talking about her to other workers there
and says she wants her private life to be private. Well, you know
what? She's the one who started the dang rumors. Maybe not
intentionally, but she went up to Steven and told him about us
running into each other at the mall and he turned that into a rumor
that I'm stalking her. So I hear that from both him and Ruby, so of
course I'm going to try to understand what's going on, and so they
go to her and complain to her that I'm bugging them about her and
she get's mad at me for making her private life public. But also,
she said how she has enough of her own problems to worry about mine.
So, like I don't have problems? I don't get depressed? Of course I
do, but does that ever stop me from putting mine aside and
concentrating on someone else's? Of course not. Carly even told me
that I think of others too much. Well, I've vented enough from that.
During my gathering of carts, I noticed a man standing outside a
van and talking loudly to someone inside. He was of Asian race and
he spoke a language unknown to me. I looked closer and saw a boy
about 2 or 3 inside and hitting his hand on the window. I figured
out that he was trying to get his son to unlock the door! Lol. I saw
an oriental woman walking in their direction and asked if he was her
husband. She said he was and I told her what he was doing. Later
on, I saw both of them outside trying to make the boy unlock the
door. The man said that he put him in the car, put the keys in there,
too, and closed the door so the boy wouldn't get out and was going
to load the groceries when the boy locked the door on accident. He
finally ended up calling a locksmith. Pat, the greeter, told me that
a guy had that happen to him from his dog locking the door one time.
That was the comic relief of my day.