Moving on...even further
After last night’s entry I went to the gym. I wasn’t too much in the mood for it, but felt obligated to go. There was a trainer there with a group of guys, the type who are obviously gym junkies. I saw that they were only benching about 20kgs more than me, yet they were so much bulkier than me. I wonder how I fare against them when looked at pound for pound.
Anyway, I went home and got onto the internet. Bob came online and told me that the picture I had made had crossed the line. I had photoshopped a picture of him and Linda in a wedding photo and sent it to the emails of Shuing, G, Malay and Bob. From there he somehow got onto me talking about his mum, and I don’t even recall doing anything like that. I apologised anyway, and he was like “that’s it?” and I said “I apologised, I don’t know what more you want me to do” and after a long pause he said “fuck it then”.
Well he obviously made it clear he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Maybe he was in a bad mood, but who cares. I never liked him anyway. I think if you deal it out you have to be able to take it – it goes two ways. He keeps saying things about my sister, and I hack it, and now he can’t hack the things I say. This might even be a good thing, I’ll just use it as an excuse to break off all ties with him. Like when I hurt my shoulder, I used that as an excuse to stop going to the gym with him, because I just didn’t like him as a person. I guess it was just a matter of time before our personalities clashed – I was the one who liked to stand up for minorities and he was the one to criticise blacks and poor people.
The only difficulty I find with all this is dealing with our group of friends. I’m not sure whether he intends to keep hanging out with them on Friday nights or not, but I’m happy to be the one who pulls out. I think for the past few weeks I’ve secretly wanted to be the lone ranger. I was starting to get tired of hanging out on Friday nights, especially with him, and then waking up late on Saturdays and missing my training in the morning.
In particular, there will be two big things. Firstly, I sent an email around organising for the Easter show this week. It’s gonna look really weird if I bail out on that, but I guess I will. And secondly, Michelle has already organised this getaway weekend for her birthday in May. I’m sure it won’t be easy pulling out of that, but I never really wanted to go anyway. For some reason she wants to go abseiling, and it’s not like the easy ones we did in high school, it’s like down a fucking mountain or something. I suppose for people who can put two and two together, seeing that I pull out of the Easter show and Michelle’s thing, then they’d figure something was up.
But oh well, life goes on.
I’d like to think that I was the one who was right in this situation. Sure, I was the one who did the picture, but come on, it was a joke. Hack it. And even if you think I’m wrong on that, I apologised. The only support that I get for my views is that Malay told me Gurang, Scope, Brain, and even Thai, all decided to stop hanging out with Bob because they didn’t like him. So hey, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m not the first person to not get along with him.
I think I’ll look forward to a little peace on Friday nights from now on.
On a different note, I had a dream I was being haunted by a ghost last night. I was driving with my mum, and I had to maneuver down a very steep driveway in a cemetery. I heard a loud bang when I was at the top, like I had just hit a low wall or something. I kept letting the car roll down the driveway before getting out and inspecting the car. Nothing. No damage or anything. Then I was at home, and I had my bank card underneath my monkey. The card moved a bit towards me, and I thought it was just my imagination. Then the card flew towards me and wouldn’t get away from me. I also remember seeing a lady pushing a pram, and I figured that that was the ghost haunting me. I woke up worried about it until I realised it was just a dream.
On yet another note, I think I’m going to delete Claire off my fb. Just thinking about her ignoring my calls pisses me off. I don’t think this experience has done my pre-established views of women any good. With Claire, I decided to let my anger go and try to be friendly, but no, that was just thrown back into my face. The major sticking point of all this? When I sent that message basically saying fuck off, she came crawling back. Now what does this tell you about women? I might be completely wrong, but to me they want to be treated badly. If you’re nice to them, then they disrespect you.
Anyway, I went home and got onto the internet. Bob came online and told me that the picture I had made had crossed the line. I had photoshopped a picture of him and Linda in a wedding photo and sent it to the emails of Shuing, G, Malay and Bob. From there he somehow got onto me talking about his mum, and I don’t even recall doing anything like that. I apologised anyway, and he was like “that’s it?” and I said “I apologised, I don’t know what more you want me to do” and after a long pause he said “fuck it then”.
Well he obviously made it clear he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Maybe he was in a bad mood, but who cares. I never liked him anyway. I think if you deal it out you have to be able to take it – it goes two ways. He keeps saying things about my sister, and I hack it, and now he can’t hack the things I say. This might even be a good thing, I’ll just use it as an excuse to break off all ties with him. Like when I hurt my shoulder, I used that as an excuse to stop going to the gym with him, because I just didn’t like him as a person. I guess it was just a matter of time before our personalities clashed – I was the one who liked to stand up for minorities and he was the one to criticise blacks and poor people.
The only difficulty I find with all this is dealing with our group of friends. I’m not sure whether he intends to keep hanging out with them on Friday nights or not, but I’m happy to be the one who pulls out. I think for the past few weeks I’ve secretly wanted to be the lone ranger. I was starting to get tired of hanging out on Friday nights, especially with him, and then waking up late on Saturdays and missing my training in the morning.
In particular, there will be two big things. Firstly, I sent an email around organising for the Easter show this week. It’s gonna look really weird if I bail out on that, but I guess I will. And secondly, Michelle has already organised this getaway weekend for her birthday in May. I’m sure it won’t be easy pulling out of that, but I never really wanted to go anyway. For some reason she wants to go abseiling, and it’s not like the easy ones we did in high school, it’s like down a fucking mountain or something. I suppose for people who can put two and two together, seeing that I pull out of the Easter show and Michelle’s thing, then they’d figure something was up.
But oh well, life goes on.
I’d like to think that I was the one who was right in this situation. Sure, I was the one who did the picture, but come on, it was a joke. Hack it. And even if you think I’m wrong on that, I apologised. The only support that I get for my views is that Malay told me Gurang, Scope, Brain, and even Thai, all decided to stop hanging out with Bob because they didn’t like him. So hey, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m not the first person to not get along with him.
I think I’ll look forward to a little peace on Friday nights from now on.
On a different note, I had a dream I was being haunted by a ghost last night. I was driving with my mum, and I had to maneuver down a very steep driveway in a cemetery. I heard a loud bang when I was at the top, like I had just hit a low wall or something. I kept letting the car roll down the driveway before getting out and inspecting the car. Nothing. No damage or anything. Then I was at home, and I had my bank card underneath my monkey. The card moved a bit towards me, and I thought it was just my imagination. Then the card flew towards me and wouldn’t get away from me. I also remember seeing a lady pushing a pram, and I figured that that was the ghost haunting me. I woke up worried about it until I realised it was just a dream.
On yet another note, I think I’m going to delete Claire off my fb. Just thinking about her ignoring my calls pisses me off. I don’t think this experience has done my pre-established views of women any good. With Claire, I decided to let my anger go and try to be friendly, but no, that was just thrown back into my face. The major sticking point of all this? When I sent that message basically saying fuck off, she came crawling back. Now what does this tell you about women? I might be completely wrong, but to me they want to be treated badly. If you’re nice to them, then they disrespect you.
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