Right now I feel the need to vent.
One of the things that’s been annoying me is when a particular friend calls just to talk crap about a few certain people and to complain about certain things in her life. First of all, I don’t care about what other people are doing with their lives as long as it isn’t interfering with mine. If they are doing good, then good for them. If they want to act like “big ballers” and brag about what they bought, let them. Yes, I know it can get annoying. When you know they can’t afford it and they probably maxed out their credit cards/pulled out loans, then just be glad that it’s not you stuck with those kinds of bills. Let them show off if they want to show off. I just don’t get why some people have to talk crap and let it get to them. Who cares?! Certainly not this chic right here. “What Susie says of Sally says more of Susie than of Sally.”
Another thing I want to add… If there are certain things that has happened, which are out of your control and doesn’t make you happy because things aren’t going your way, constant whining and complaining will not change the issue. If you can’t change your situation, LET IT GO and figure out your next move or change your life plans because obviously it’s not working out in your favor. It’s okay to call a friend to vent, but that friend will get tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. It’s like listening to a broken record (for many years now). Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being there for my friends at all, especially when life gets bumpy; because after all that’s what friends are for–through good times and bad times. But this friend has made me feel like I’m this dump truck where she can just dump all her problems to. But it’s my fault too because I let this happen for so long. I just wanted to be a good friend, but she can’t even remember my birthday. And whenever I share some things with her, it doesn’t even seem like she is listening because we jump right back to her issues.
I’m already at the point where I just want to be left alone because I’m busy trying to accomplish my goals and it’s hard enough trying to balance everything in between. I have my own problems that I am dealing with, but most times I prefer to keep it to myself or I’ll call my mom or share it with the Mister… Sometimes I’ll share with my closest confidants what’s troubling me depending if I need their advice/input. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friend to death, but sometimes her drama is too much because there seems to be no end. It’s continuous and it boggles my mind on how someone can always find something to bitch about. It drains my energy and it’s a downer for me. I can handle it once in a while, but not all the time. Negativity is very contagious.
Another thing is that I had to deactivate my Facebook account (temporarily). This time it is because of some of my relatives in the Philippines who think we are walking ATMs and that we have plenty of money to go around just because we live in the U.S. Gawd, I wish I was rich like that. My mother and I have tried to make them understand that living here isn’t as easy as they think, but they don’t seem to care/understand. The thing is, too, my mother has given them so much money since I was a kid that they all should already have been successful in life. Instead, the lazy ones (which is the majority) just wasted my mother’s (and my dad’s) hard-earned money on material things instead of using that money wisely to start a business or something that will better their lives.
It’s not okay to take advantage and continue to be lazy and to waste money just to impress neighbors and so-called-friends, like my relatives like to do. My mom wants me to delete them all from my friends list, but I kind of feel bad. So instead, I just temporarily deactivated my account. My mom is tired of their endless begging and demands, and the mean disrespectful things they say to her face and/or behind her back when she can’t afford to give them what they want, which I feel for her because I’m the one who has to hear it. We can’t afford to help them all. It’s nothing but drama, drama, drama. That’s all it is with them. I don’t want any part of it, so bahala na sila.
Okay, I’m done venting now.