Ever get that feeling that people just aren’t listening to you? I hate it. Or when people just don’t understand what I’m trying to say…or don’t want to understand. Or simply brush me off because they feel like it, or whatever. Yeah, I’m whining. It’s just that sometimes, I try to tell someone something, but I guess I don’t make myself clear because they just shake their heads and ask me what I meant. And then I get mad because I already explained it to them well enough the first time. I don’t know. I suppose I expect people to be able to read my mind and understand what I mean with a minimum of explanation. I really don’t like having to explain things in great detail when I feel they should have been understood right off the bat.
Or I could be blowing things way out of proportion and just bitching about absolutely nothing. I tend to do that when I’m already aggravated at the world for who knows what reason. It could be that I tripped on my sister’s shoes…again. Or that the dog ran off into the dark when I took her out. Maybe it’s the incredible lack of attention spans all my friends have. It could be anything that gets me a little irritated, and then I take it out on other people simply because I expect them to think exactly like me.
Meh, I don’t even know why I’m writing about this. It sounds a bit emo when I read it over. Oh poor Cody, no one understands you. Boo hoo. The last thing I need is self-pity. Or any other pity, for that matter. I suppose I’m just getting all this off my chest. Venting, in other words. Well, I feel a little better now. It’s not really the same as venting to someone else in person, because they’ll sympathize with you…or slap you and tell you to snap out of it. Either works.
