Oh Crappity

I am doing it again. I have this deep dark feeling that people just do not like me. I usually get this way when I forget my little white magical pills, but I have been taking them religiously. So I am forced to face the reality that perhaps, in fact, it is true. People just don't like me. I know that there are a handful of couples in my neighborhood who have ostracized me. And that is perfectly O.K. Because, really, who needs people who talk about me behind my back and then deny it to my face? And who needs people who take advantage? Not me, that's who. So they can have and use each other. And I will hold a bigger and better party and not invite them. So there. But those are not the people about whom I write. It's the people at work. And the people whom I truly call my friends. Again, it makes me regret moving to this city. Because the old place was not ideal, but at least there were two or three people who would call me. And the friendships were not all one-sided.