The thing is - you want people to do mean things to you on puropse. I can be mad at the obnoxious drunk frat boys who called me fat on Friday night. I can't be mad at the guy who stopped calling because it didn't even occur to him that continuing was something that he should do. It wasn't on purpose. He wasn't trying to hurt me. It just...didn't occur to him. It wasn't a blip on his radar. He's sorry. He feels bad.
That is the worst. I can't be mad at that. I can only be sad, and bewildered, and feel a lot like I'm back at square one.
I hate days where I work the information desk at the Rotunda 9-5. Without fail, those are the days where I just want to go home and curl up in my bed.
I thought I was soooo much cooler than this.