Okay,
remember good friend blog a few back. About helping my friend out one night and
receiving no thanks for it. (You still know who you are.)
In an
action that was so completely oblivious on her part that it almost should have
been expected, she asked for my help again.
She
needed some pages from a book scanned. Books at the library on the University
campus. The University I graduated from and no longer attend. Now, if it was a
normal person, I would know that they only need a page or two, a ten minute job
tops. But it’s her, so I know it’s
like four hundred pages.
They
make me pay for scanning. And my print money from my professor doesn’t work on
the scanner. So it was also going to be expensive. On top of that, I wasn’t
going to even be close to the campus because I had back to back catering Friday
and Saturday and the Scottish festival Sunday during the hours that the library
was open. She needed them scanned by Monday.
So, I
told her I couldn’t help her because of the caterings. Truth.
Anyone
else would have texted me back with “Okay, thanks anyway” or “Sure, sorry to
bother you.” You know, the polite thing to do. Instead all I got was silence.
As though, because I couldn’t help her, I was no longer worth her time. I was
not even worth a text message in her book.
I get
that she is stressing out and that things are hard, but how you behave under
duress is the sign of your true character. I’m seeing your true character right
now and I am not liking it so much.
I
love you, but go back to the nice person I liked.
Challenge
to my Readers:
Respect
yourself and don’t’ put yourself in a situation poisonous to your wellbeing.
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