See Ya'

Today was full of reflection.  Thanks to me, a young man may be off on his way to juvy, and another teenager's mother believes her youngin' is a perpetual victim...  when in fact she's a major bully, immature, obnoxious, and rude.  Her mom called to bitch me out, and I wouldn't let her.  I mean, she honestly attempted to talk to me just to shove her opinions down my throat.  At no time did she attempt to gather information or even get remotely close to listening to what I had to say.  I hate when people do that.  If all she wanted to do was to yell, couldn't she have just yelled at a wall?  I mean, it would have been just as assinine, and it wouldn't have wasted my time.

I got to have a decent talk today this afternoon/evening.  I got to spill about my "week of hell," which was until now not covered.  I really think that the aforementioned week kick-started the downward spiral.  I mean, I'm sure the environmental factors (the week) were a major factor, but also to consider were the hormonal factors (I was 16...ish) and the fact that at that period in most people's lives, they naturally derive their sense of self via others...  which is my major problem to begin with.  We also began talking about whether or not I feel misunderstood....  oh yeah, pretty much my whole life.  My mother always told me that I had the type of personality that would either make people really like me or really hate me.  Pretty true.  We also talked about how I used to be an extrovert, and how I wore my emotions on my sleeve.  Now Janet says that I have a po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face.  I wonder how that comes across to others, especially at work?  I mean, I can honestly feel that what she said is true, but I never really thought about it until she pointed it out recently.  I guess I just slowly transitioned from one stage to another, and missed all of the steps in-between.

So much more to say, but it's late and time for bed.