I’m Really Okay
I was on the phone with a guy friend of mine when he casually mentioned that I reminded him of his mother.
Later in the conversation he mentioned that he had once made the mistake of calling his mother neurotic and she kept bothering him about it afterwards, playing jokes on him.
From that point on I didn’t pay attention to the rest of our conversation. I mean, what was he implying? Why did he mention that I reminded him of his mother and THEN say, in the same conversation that his mother was neurotic? What’s so wrong with me where he would think I was neurotic? I don’t get it. I thought we were friends. Why does he hate me so much? I can’t believe him!
Neurotic? Me? I thought he liked me.
I decided to look up the word to make sure I understood what he was saying to me.
Neurotic:
A person prone to excessive anxiety and emotional upset.
An emotionally unstable individual.
What did he MEAN? Why was he treating me like this?!
All my life I just tried to be nice to people and encourage them and this is what I get?! Dude wanna call me neurotic on the sly!
I hate him! I decided right then and there that I would never speak to him again. He’ll never get the chance to be so rude to me ever again in LIFE. HIS BAD for trying to be all smarty tarty! ~rolls eyes~
I decided to do a little more research on my condition.
I found this quiz and took it hoping for favorable results. Alas, the quiz gods have smiled on me this time. I only scored a 65% which means I am only partially neurotic which they say can be quite endearing.
~sigh~
I’m okay.
I knew I was all along.
I’m smart, pretty, talented and my life is going so well. I have so much love inside to give. I just wanna hug and squeeze everyone until they burst with candy coated goodness.
Now let me call my friend and see how he’s doing today.
