Whiny emo rant alert
I've found the best way to find a solution for problems seems to be the off-topic forums on NSF.. Though, to be honest this problem is probably one that will go unsolved as its really not a problem so much as a chain of odd coincidences. So, I submit to you, the problem of Thursdays, knowing fully well there will be no one with any good ideas on how to solve it.
This is also a way for me to whine and complain about how not fun my life has been lately.
I've also realized its easiest to whine and complain online to thousands of people who don't even know you than to talk to someone who does, simply because I don't have to worry about wasting any ones time.
Its your choice to read this. You are not under any obligation to "Be there" for me as a friend as I don't know you. If you feel your time has been wasted, maybe you shouldn't have read past this point. Hell, maybe you shouldn't have been reading this post at all. Infact, why are you on these forums if you are worried about wasting your time?
Now then. The problem.
Recently, I have found myself dreading Thursdays. Now, some might think that is because I work at a place that has a "Casual Thursdays" and I lack casual clothing or something to that extent. No. In fact, my dread of Thursdays is a complete coincidence. A horribly ironic coincidence that has nothing to do with dressing Casually, funny hats or Hawaiian shirts.
Basically, bad things keep happening to me on Thursdays. Really not nice things. Now, this isn't to say good things don't happen to me on Thursdays, infact, lots of good things do. The problem lies therein. The problem of Thursdays. Good things happen. So why is this a problem? Well, because then something bad happens. Most people might say "you shouldn't let one bad thing ruin a good day" But in my defense, this isn't "one bad thing" this is "one really big horrible not nice one bad thing that has bad breath, a barb-wire ring tatoo and is named Bubba"
A good example would be Three Thursdays ago, the 14th of October. It was a fine day, the sun was shining, I didn't have to wake up and I had actually managed to update my personal website for the first time in just under a year. Not only did I update, but I also took the time to completely redesign it and get it hosted somewhere other than Geocities. I was happy with my accomplishments. So happy, I wanted to share with people. One of these people would be my Girlfriend, who had been such for over two and a half years at that point. Here you can figure out just what would be the "one really big horrible not nice one bad thing.. etc. etc." Yeah. She dumped me. It was to say the least, not fun. Okay, thats an understatement. It hurt in a way that makes me question if I should dodge the swear filter just to say it "Really ****ing hurt." The mods should be pleased to know even though it did "Really ****ing hurt." I chose not to dodge the swear filter. Huzzah!
It wasn't even with a reason. She just "Didn't feel like it anymore" Like it was a game or something and she just got tired of it. I know I should respect her decisions and all, but the way she said it.. I could have really benefitted from knowledge on just what she thought it was and wasn't in times previous to that Thursday.
As such, the way I had been living for two and a half years, happily and content with the one I loved was completely destroyed on a Thursday in which I thought nothing could go wrong.
Little did I know, that it was not the last I would hear of the wrath of Thursdays. It had only just begun.
A Thursday passes. Said Thursday was spent inside, isolated from the rest of the world trying to escape further rather of Thursdays. As such, no wrath came. Unfortunately I realized that I can't just completely shut out the entire world every Thursday. It was a fine plan though, and it would have worked if it weren't for those meddling kids and their pesky dog, Scooby Doo!
Yes. That is exactly what happened. I was trying to avoid the wrath of Thursdays. I was in no way spending the entire week cooped up inside my room, moping about how I got dumped. In no way AT ALL. NO QUESTIONS.
So then. I'm not exactly a professional at counting Thursdays, but I'm pretty sure this brings us to the past Thursday. Which was October 28th if I'm not mistaken.
Again, a very pleasant day.
I spent the morning hanging out with two fine ladies, who did at least help me get over my loss a bit (No, they weren't hookers and no there was no sexual-activity involved, but that isn't to say there wasn't talk of it
). The conversation varied.. a lot. From Morgues to the removal of my shirt. But, it was interesting and interesting is good. It was a good morning. A good morning that actually lasted till about 1:40 in the afternoon, but who keeps track of time anyway?
Anyways. The morning was good. Very good. I am pleased with myself. I, a person who have trouble meeting new people managed to meet two new people and spend a good few hours hanging out with them without getting scared and running away like a little pansy girl. I decide to go tell my best friend, who I've known for 3 years and was at the time the only person to talk to considering I was really only down to her and my girlfriend on the "people I talk to" list and.. Well, if you've kept up with the story you might know why I don't exactly want to talk to what I guess the proper term for would be my "ex".
Now then, I am talking to my friend, my best friend, my female best friend. There is no questioning that this friend is not my best friend, nor questioning that she is female. She is both a good friend and female. Good.
I was talking to her about my day and how awesome and good it was an how I had managed to avoid the wrath of Thursdays all day... Until the conversation took a bit of an expected, yet unexpected turn for the worst. Actually, to be honest it took a turn for the sexy. I am a guy. Some people say guys think of sex every 6 seconds. I personally do not find myself thinking of sex every 6 seconds, though I have noticed I seem to talk about it every second conversation, so I guess that balances it out. The way I saw it, my friend started to come on to me. Like.. a fair bit. Before I met my "Ex", I had a major crush on this friend, but she was taken.. So that just wouldn't work out. Things don't seem to do that. So, the fact that she was coming on to me was by no means something I didn't welcome.
Now, I'm a geek. Such is proven by the fact I'm making this post. So when girls come on to me, I really have to question as to why. Its just not.. normal. So I do. She said she really felt that way, and being my best friend, I kinda had to trust her. I'd really not think of her as my best friend if I didn't trust her, right?
So, after enough "Are you sure this isn't just a joke?" questions and more than enough "YES" answers, I figure its time to just savor the moment. Be glad things are going well for once.
Unfortunately, things only go well once a day on Thursday. That had already been done earlier that Thursday. Things were about to go not well. And they did.
It ends up she didn't actually feel that way about me. I was just "assuming things" and I shouldn't have been. Yes. Because you know, asking 10 times if they are joking or telling the truth and getting the same answer to the questions each time they were asked means I'm assuming things. In short, I was rejected.
This was an odd, odd feeling. Not only was I being rejected by my best friend, but I was being rejected by someone who was coming on to me. How does one get rejected like that? It was the Wrath of Thursdays.
Alright, I do realize this bad event wasn't exactly as bad as my previous bad event, but considering that I had feelings for her, that she knew about I might add and I had been more or less recently dumped... Being pulled along and then rejected by someone I consider my best friend wasn't exactly what I needed.
An odd note not so much related to the subject, but just a really spooky type of thing, my friend and I were both in long distance relationships. Very long distance. We both went to see our "other halves" in August. My friend left roughly a week and a half after I did. She was dumped, roughly a week and a half after I was. Conspiracy? Crazier people might say yes. The same people who think the G-man is out to get them. Luckily I know better. Its Dr. Breen that is out to get me. Not the G-man.
Yes. I realize this was only two Tuesdays and it doesn't really count as a curse or anything I just wanted to get it out of my system. I hope this post has been as mildly entertaining to read as it was to write. I hope I can at least score some extra points for the quote used for the title.. If anyone even gets that
Last but not least, Apologies.
One to our most/least favorite resident map critic, Thursday-! This post was in no way directed at you, the fact your alias is Thursday has nothing to do with the horrible coincidences in my life that spawn from Thursdays. Though, it is a coincidence, it isn't exactly a horrible one..
And another apology to who ever actually reads all of this.
And a third apology to my own free time. There are better things I could have done with it than write this post, though I'm not sure what those things are.