I can’t stand
I can’t stand when I ask someone what they’re up to, and they say something like “nothing” or “dunno” and then I hear they go out or whatever. Look, it’s ok if you don’t want to hang out with me. I really can’t do anything about that and y’know that’s really up to you. But don’t play games. Don’t play me like an idiot. I don’t care if you don’t like me. But I can’t stand when you don’t respect me.
I’ve had this complaint so so so so many times. But I have learned to just deal because otherwise I would be much more unhappy than I am now. But have you ever thought that maybe what you’re hating in them is something you’ve ever done yourself? And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you’re lying to yourself.
And maybe they didn’t know when you spoke to them, and figured it out later.
