Bitter

A lot of my friends went out to eat and/or went down to Columbia today. I had been outside, behind Pelfrey, studying for a good four hours or so. I went back inside to find all of the girls gone. I got on Facebook and talked to somebody, soon finding out that a lot of people had left. I was upset by this. Why didn't anybody call me? I mean, honestly. I really enjoy going to Columbia. And supposedly they had just left as I was winding down with my studying and reading. So what the heck? I talked with a friend about this a little and seriously, I was being pretty bitter about it. He called me a crab cake, even. ! I deserved it, though, not gonna lie.

I eventually texted Loree to see what was up, even though I already knew. Man, I'm such a jerk.

'Where are you guys?'
'The mall.'
'Psh whaaa? Since when?'
'We just got here.'
'Oh.'
'Sorry. What are you doing?'

I didn't respond...

Why was I so bitter? It really wasn't that big a deal. I shouldn't expect to be invited everywhere. Would my day really have been made any better by going? What would have been accomplished by my going? Would I have even bought anything? Would I have even been in a good mood? ... Who knows?

How and why I let such small things bother me now and then is beyond me. Usually they don't; I'm pretty sure that this wouldn't have bothered me on most days. But for some reason... it hit a button. I'm so ridiculous. And I didn't even have a bad evening or anything when it all comes down to it. So I need to quit and just let it go. I mean, I think I already have, but if anything like that happens again in the future I need to make a conscious effort to not react the way I did today, that's for sure.