Comments on: Nightmares at 4am

By: Jaime

Jaime — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

In a lot of ways, I can understand. I’m currently pretty peeved at one of my old, real-life friends because he made me feel like total dirt. I got one of my blog entries published in a college newspaper (I’m not currently in school), and he couldn’t even say “congrats” or act happy for me. His reply: “Eh, you can put it on a resume.” Sure, that would have been good idea, had I not been disabled and unable to work a steady job - which he knows, as he’s seem me have seizures before. This is after stating in the published blog entry that I hated when people would assume I could do things or work certain jobs when I couldn’t. Go figure.

I remember my friends birthdays every year (even their ages), but nobody remembers mine. I say nice things when they’ve done something good and I’m happy for them, but I can’t even get a simple “congrats.” They only seem to talk to me when they need something out of me - usually advice, computer or homework help. Even certain members of my own family seems to use me sometimes. They don’t really talk to me much unless they need me to fix something, build something, babysit, etc. I don’t really mind helping anybody, but they do make me feel used sometimes.

I hope things get better for you!

By: Bridget

Bridget — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Hey Wendi,

I do hope you feel better. . .and November is not that far away! Enjoy your time with Frock

By: Wendi

Wendi — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Oh, jaime, Hugs girl.

And thanks guys, I know it’ll get better, I’m just grousing today. I can’t be perfectly upbeat and happy everyday…

By: merripan

merripan — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Just remember: You can only be in control of one person’s life… Your own. You cannot control the actions of others… And, while it may be painful to do, ultimately, it can be best for both if certain choices have to be made. I have had to make them myself… Turning away from friends who have become too self-destructive, and end up trying to suck me into their whirlwind.

I have chosen a difficult road, myself… One that is sure to be fraught with hardship and emotional danger. And yet, it is a road that I chose… No one else told me where to go, or what to do, or how to do it. I chose it, and I control how I walk down that pathway.

Best wishes to you, Wendy. I hope that your path goes a bit more smoothly.