Talking

Talking. It's something a lot of people do every day. I enjoy talking! (Mainly because I like the sound of my own voice.) But what is it about talking that gets some people (like myself) frustrated?

Here's a scenario for you all:

   You're sitting at home and you are incredibly upset. You're sobbing these huge obnoxious tears and you've never felt more alone: you really need someone to talk to. You log onto your Facebook and see that two or three of your really close friends are online. (The friends you can always tell anything to and they won't judge you.) You shoot them a "Hey" and a sad face emoticon and wait. Maybe fifteen minutes or so goes by and they've either seen your message and not replied (Thanks for that new feature, Zuckerberg!) or they've completely ignored looking at your message at all. Now you feel even more alone, you're crying even harder, and there's nobody left to talk to. So you get offline and drown yourself in nostalgic music for an hour or two. 
   You finally calm yourself down with a few YGS videos and cuddles from you cat, and log back onto Facebook. Your friends whom you previously messaged all of a sudden want to talk. Not to check on you, but to tell you about themselves. You can't believe it! You're not sure you even want to talk to them anymore. So you open their messages, let them know you've read them, and log back out. You want them to be just as frustrated as you are. And then you go to bed, angry at your friends, almost hating them.


I know that that has happened to people, because it has happened to me. I do it. I'm not going to beg people to talk to me. But I just think it should be known that if you aren't going to be there when I need you, I'm not going to be there when you want me. I think that that is fair enough.

Now I'm irritated just thinking about it... Sorry guys.

Later!

With love (kinda),
Amber<3