Worrying

I got into a little fight with my best friend F on Saturday, and things between us are still a little shaky. Granted, I was probably the first person who overreacted, but regardless of that, I don't think the response I got from her today was warranted.

So the story begins with some Facebook pictures and a USB drive. Earlier that week, she had asked me to load some pictures onto her USB drive, because the ones she downloaded from Facebook had crappy resolution. I said I would get to it by sometime that week. When Friday comes around, I told her I’d get it done by Saturday.

The following is a list of my activities on Saturday:
1) P.S. I love you
2) America’s Next Top Model – Cycle 10 – Episode 6
3) America’s Next Top Model – Cycle 10 – Episode 7
4) America’s Next Top Model – Cycle 10 – Episode 8
5) America’s Next Top Model – Cycle 10 – Episode 9

I had a choice between the items above, and a first date with K (see section “”). So as you can see, I had a pretty eventful day. Thank goodness for S, who called and asked if I wanted to do some shopping. I’m always up for shopping, so I told him I’d be ready around 6. I wanted to invite F to go with us, so I gave her a call, and literally at the moment the connection was made, I hear a whining/screaming voice on the other end interrogating me about the pictures on the USB drive.

I was kind of taken aback. I had no idea that the world was going to end if I did not load these pictures onto the USB drive. I had no idea it was linked to catastrophe. Had I known, I would have gotten it done ASAP. So I told her "You didn’t tell me that you needed this urgently. I thought I had some time to get it done."

And avoiding the answer, she said that I promised to get it done yesterday (Friday). So ofcourse I replied that I made no such promises, that my closest promise I made was that I would try to get it done by Saturday. And the digital clock on my phone confirmed that it was, still, Saturday.

Not in the mood for such drama, I told her I couldn’t talk and had to go. I immediately set out to load the pictures onto her USB drive. I was working quickly. The world was about to end. Halfway into the project (15 minutes) she barges into my room. I am now even more pissed off. Wasn't it clear that by haphazard goodbye on the phone meant that I did not want to talk to her, much less see her?

I guess I understand her behavior somewhat. A few days earlier she was telling me that she wanted us (her friends) to tell her directly if they had a problem with her. And I told her, that I already did that anyway, if it were serious. So I that by coming to my house, she was trying to be proactive in dealing with the problem. That only works if both parties are ready. I was still annoyed, emotional. I need my space and some time. Had she given that to me, I probably would have shrugged it off. But by coming to my house, uninvited, and forcing me to talk, she only exacerbated the situation.

I didn't even look at her face or respond to anything she was saying, which angered her. She stormed out of my house saying that she didn't need the pictures anymore and that she'd work with what she already had.

It all sounds pretty juvenile after the fact. And I do admit that I did overreact, however I also see that I was not the only one at fault here. So I gave her a call today.

I asked her if she could talk. She said yes. I asked her if she was sure, since I knew she was studying. She said yes, yes. So I told her three things:
1) I didn't appreciate that she didn't respect my space. She barged right into my room, expecting that I was ready or wanted to talk, when I wanted nothing of the sort.
2) She never made her expectations clear. I didn't appreciate getting scolded for something I didn't know was an important matter. Had I known, I would've done it right away.
3) Her tone of voice and her demeanor that day really hurt me. I called her to ask her to hang out, and before I even got a chance to ask, she was down my throat about the pictures. I was actually supposed to be out on a date, but she never even asked why I was home. It was inconsiderate and it led me to think she only cares about herself.

Silence followed. I was waiting for her response. I said, well that's all I have to say. More silence. I said ok. She said ok. And the call ended.

I don't know what kind of game she's playing. We've been friends for over 10 years and she's never given me the silent treatment. She could be doing this to show me how I treated her on Saturday, which is petty. Too petty. And besides, I made it clear on Saturday I was not ready to talk. During the call, I asked her if she was able to talk - I even gave her the opportunity to say yes or no. She said yes. And to be totally unresponsive is, just, cruel. I even apologized and told her that I was sorry for overreacting, and it was met with silence. That's like, giving someone your heart, and then watching them eat it.

I wonder how this will unfold. I'm definitely NOT in a birthday mood because of this mess.

Anticipating

The Rebecca Minkoff Sample Sale. Preview night for family and friends (yes me! 'cause I'm a fellow TPF-er) is tomorrow night. There's nothing like a good dose of retail therapy to bring you to a brighter mood.

Loving

How nice the weather has been lately. The sun's warmth on my skin always brings a smile to my face.

Turning Into

An NBA fan. Go Celtics!!

My cousin has made it her mission to turn me into a "boy" or at least to learn how to speak "boy." I've watched almost every playoff game since the second round started. I get mad at the refs for making bad calls. My toes are on edge every time a field goal attempt is made. I yell "Rebound" at the t.v. The words paint, lane, and screen have totally different meanings.

However unlike her, Thursdays will always be a night for Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy. 50/50!

Regretting

I was supposed to go out on a date on Saturday, but that didn't work out because I'm weird.

K made plans with me to finally meet up for lunch on Saturday. I said yeah sure, give me a call. So he gave me a call a week before, and I was out having dinner with friends at the time. It was too late for me to call him back so I waited until the next day. I think I just have this weird hesitation about making the first phone call, so I ended up texting him while watching the playoffs. That was Thursday night. Our text conversation ended with "Im checking in. Gotta get up early. We talk 2morrow?" I responded "Ok. Have a good night."

I assumed that meant he would call me the next day, but he didn't call. And I felt strange calling him and asking about plans for Saturday. If he really wanted to go out, wouldn't he have called? I guess the same argument could be made in his defense against me.

So now I'm kind of regretting my timidity. I probably would have met a great guy and made a good friend. I resolve from this point forward, to be more courageous. One is only timid if she does not know what she wants. I think I know. I know I know. :)

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