Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Gotta love me!

  Recently, I learned that more than a few people back home in West Virginia are mad at me for not contacting them since I've moved. I'm perplexed by the situation mostly because they're all adults who can just as easily contact me and they haven't. I'm pretty sure I'm only responsible for my son, but maybe I'm wrong. It hasn't been a snobby thing. Honestly, I just haven't thought of a lot of things. We're talking about someone who lost most of their underwear in their most recent move. I don't exactly have it together all the time. So, when I found out that there's been some badmouthing and grumbling, it kind of hurt my feelings. I would never snub anyone. Hell, I make friends with sworn enemies and forgive my mother a million times over. Why would I deliberately not contact someone? Oh, that's right, I wouldn't. Maybe I've got a lot on my mind. I'm living on my own, still relatively new at my job, driving back and forth to WV a couple of times a week. Things tend to slip my mind.
  I saw a relative the other day when I went home to visit. You would have thought I'd murdered someone in the family. My reception was a bit icy. I tried to smooth things over with a hug, but was greeted with "Oh, I should be so honored!". It hurt my feelings a lot. I'm just not on a phone or visit basis with my family. And, it has slipped my mind. I haven't thought to contact any of them other than on Facebook. Pretty much that's what Facebook is for me- keeping in touch with people I otherwise wouldn't see. In my defense, no one has reached out to me, either. I'm pretty easy to find. So, any friends or family that are mad at me- I'm not your mom. You have hands and a mouth; you can communicate just as easily as me. It would be great if when you start to say something bad about me, you instead decide to contact me and tell me how much you miss me. I may screw up a lot, but this isn't on me and it isn't intentional. Forgetting my son's backpack for school? Yes. Intentionally not contacting old friends or family? Not in my blood and you all know it. I'm not even a Fleming anymore and they are more gracious towards me. At least once a week, one of my former sisters-in-law or nieces or nephews will say something friendly or loving via Facebook.
  It could also be that WV is pretty boring and I'm providing some gossip/excitement for others. Well, you're welcome. This must be how a Kardashian feels (minus paying for this publicity). Sadly, I'm one of those people that gets bothered if someone is mad or doesn't like me. I want to please everyone. I should have been a diplomat. I'm bothered that there's any kind of anger directed at me without my doing anything to really deserve it. There's a lot of people I haven't talked to in awhile, but most of them are taking it pretty well. I have diehard friends in Columbus that I haven't seen since I've moved. It doesn't mean I don't love you or care anymore. I just live somewhere else and have other things on my mind. Sometimes all relationships are as tricky as dating relationships. Maybe I'm more like the guys who text back a week or a month after you've contacted them. Possibly, the bro house has worn off on me too much. Come to think of it, I have eaten a lot of pizza and have high-fived excessively in the recent past. In the end, I can't fret over it. I have too many other things on my mind- getting to work without my car breaking down, people trying to steal my identity, how I'm going to exist on my meager earnings, how fabulous it is to kiss handsome Russians, and what is going on in Viggo's world. That's more than enough. Unless you're Viggo, you can contact me as easily as I can contact you. Now, stop being mean. Behave yourselves. Remember how wonderful I am. Smile when you think of me or go jump in a lake.