“Oh, woe is me, my life is so terrible.”

Yes, I get it. You’re having some issues.

But don’t you dare patronize my issues at work and tell me mine are important or as bad.

I sat there, trying to make you feel better, and when I tried to relate my situation to yours, you have the nerve to tell me that mine “aren’t important because we’re saving people. Its not the same, you guys are a store, we’re saving lives.”

I’m sorry. I forgot we were playing the classify the job game. I’m sorry that my job isn’t spent saving lives.

I’m sorry if my job isn’t as ‘important’ as yours is to the world. But its still pretty freaking important to me, regardless if I spend my days saving lives. 

I work extremely hard, if not harder than you on a freaking daily basis. I sweat and get burned and hurt myself constantly in a pretty dangerous environment. I get screamed at by customers, judged by superiors, and get people trying to take me down on a daily basis.

Oh, and did you forget that in about a month I’m going to be basically having to support myself on $7.51 an hour? While you still live at home? Hmm?

So yes, I get the importance of having a job. Yes, I get that what is happening to you at work is bad, and I feel really bad for you. 

But don’t try to patronize me and my life.

Every time I try to talk about my problems, you basically make them seem petty. Well. I’m sorry that I make pizza for a living. I’m sorry that my job doesn’t live up to your standards. 

I’m gonna do my hardest to help you through this situation.

I’m not going to make you feel like shit about your issues like you did to me about mine.

Its cool. I guess I’m always just going to be your doormat.

But our friendship just changed dude, in a big way. 

Nothing like basically coaching the boy you like into deciding if he should date the girl he likes, who is not you. 

YUP.

THIS IS MY LIFE GUYS, AND I’M CONFUSED BY IT EVERY SINGLE DAY.

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You have a great many quirks and nerddoms that set you apart. You cook like a pro. You care. You’re smart. You have the rare ability you get along with most anyone and you’re entirely too forgiving. You have deep loyalty and a really strong moral compass. There be few people i’d say even come close to being as unique and good a person as you. You just have to learn through experience to have courage and believe in yourself. Or just to not care and go for it. Life is worth living only if you understand to just go for it because sitting back being scared to fail gets you nothing but sad mediocrity and zero self-confidence. Sometimes you fail. Sometimes you make mistakes. But you learn and improve and keep going. Think of thomas edison and all his failures. Yet we don’t see it as fault. We see perseverence. Dedication. The only fool thing to do is to let this opportunity pass by and get stuck in a deeper rut and lose your ability to sustain yourself.

We need to have a Denny’s night soon.

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I do have one person I talk to about everything with. And I do mean just about every insignificant detail. This person helps me analyze myself. Helps me see who I am from someone else’s eyes, but also gives advice and helps guide me to the right decision. It’s not even normal, me doing that. My incapability to express myself doesn’t really matter with them, because they can basically sense everything that I’m feeling just by little details I give them. They actually strive to push me to be happy. They push me to be a better person, to grow and to learn from my mistakes.

Granted, I needed a person to do this to me years ago. Someone who could build my courage, rather than my parents who basically stamped out every inch of pride I had in myself.

I’ve honestly never had to trust anyone more than this person. This one person’s belief in my ability to succeed astounds me on a daily basis.

They’re one of the best people I’ve met. Its such an unconventional friendship.

I spend most of my time telling this person that I hate them. But mainly its because I’m trying to hide the terror I feel being that vulnerable.

I hate the vulnerability this causes for me. I don’t like people know as much about me as they do.

But I didn’t have a choice. They knew too much before I even met them. They read me too easily and figured out who I am even if I can’t.

I wouldn’t be anywhere near as comfortable as I’m getting in my own skin without this person. They honestly accept me for everything that I am. Down to every last issue. They don’t get irritated with me for my annoying tendencies or my insane ramblings or my strange thought processes. They only time I’ve ever seen this person mad or frustrated with me is when I doubt myself, or am mean to myself about something.

Its amazing. It truly is. But this person means a lot to me. I do not know where I would be without them. 

I can’t tell if I’m actually getting over you, or if I’m putting that wall back up to avoid getting hurt.

But today was fun, I just wish I could stop feeling so awkward around you and just not worry about I say around you.

Oh well. I did chill and act like myself again after a while.