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I'm super angry at a friend of mine right now. I've been pretty low for several months. I don't have a job right now, so I'm choosy about the way I spend my money. He has invited me out for a number of celebrations at expensive bars and restaurants. I hate spending money on food and alcohol and I don't like to drink, but, I joined him every time at my own expense. I'm not destitute by any stretch. I worked hard for a lot of years and had a healthy income, but I've been unemployed for almost a year and will soon be eating into my savings.
Anyway, he gave me a hard time tonight about buying all the rainbow ponies and I snapped. When will people learn that it's no one's business how a person spends their money. I see friends spending foolishly all the time, but that is their choice and it's not my place to tell them how to spend their money. I'm angry because he ruined the one good thing that happened to me today. I haven't had a lot of cheer and I was so happy about my ponies.
People don't understand that those colourful pieces of plastic were there for me when no one else was. During my turbulent childhood, my imagination and ponies gave me a safe place to play. Even now, at 43 years old, I find myself retreating into my ponies. I socially isolate myself. I have no desire to people. Peopling sucks.
My three dimensional friends continually disappoint me and let me down. I find more support in my virtual and imaginary world, than I do in the "real" world.
I'm sure I'll lighten up in the morning. I'll have to catalogue the new arrivals. Something to look forward to and a reason to get out of bed.
Anyway, he gave me a hard time tonight about buying all the rainbow ponies and I snapped. When will people learn that it's no one's business how a person spends their money. I see friends spending foolishly all the time, but that is their choice and it's not my place to tell them how to spend their money. I'm angry because he ruined the one good thing that happened to me today. I haven't had a lot of cheer and I was so happy about my ponies.
People don't understand that those colourful pieces of plastic were there for me when no one else was. During my turbulent childhood, my imagination and ponies gave me a safe place to play. Even now, at 43 years old, I find myself retreating into my ponies. I socially isolate myself. I have no desire to people. Peopling sucks.
My three dimensional friends continually disappoint me and let me down. I find more support in my virtual and imaginary world, than I do in the "real" world.
I'm sure I'll lighten up in the morning. I'll have to catalogue the new arrivals. Something to look forward to and a reason to get out of bed.