My apologies for anyone who reads my blogs. Iâve been at my new job for the last month and a half now. Itâs going well so far. A lot busier than my previous job. My boss at the old place closed the shop and we were both hired by one of our vendors. Iâve been putting a lot of overtime in. As much as I can since I have a wedding to pay for.
Iâve been so exhausted from the overtime. Iâm not complaining about the money. I definitely need it and donât mind working long hours. I have kind of fallen into an anti-social hole though. I just havenât been up for hanging out with a lot of people. Certain people really, but any time I make plans, I end up trying to back out of them because I just want to stay home, sit on my couch and watch Hocus Pocus.
Anyway, Iâve also been avoiding specific friends because all they want to talk about is my wedding. I donât mind talking about it with certain people. My family, fianceâs family, wedding party...people like that. However, a handful of people are really fucking annoying to talk to about it. I just canât stand the unsolicited advice. Iâve really become resentful towards certain people because of it. I hate it so much and I feel bad, but I canât help it. It really takes the joy out of planning my wedding. If someone brings it up that I donât want to talk to, I will just say that I donât want to talk about it because Iâm tired of people meddling. Iâm hoping theyâll get the hint but then thereâs also the risk of it backfiring and they say âIâm just trying to help.â The only way they can help me is to stay the fuck out of my business.
My fianceâs sister stopped by tonight for a bit. She shared some family gossip with us. It kind of made me feel a little better about myself because it means NO ONE is fucking perfect. No matter how much you look down on someone, no matter how much you judge people...NO ONE is perfect. Everyone has their issues. Just remember...if you want to judge me...you can never make another mistake again. You must be perfect for the rest of your life. Not possible, you say? Then donât fucking judge me.