Crappy Saturday

I feel like crap. Again. I was really sick about 10 days ago, and I can't seem to get rid of the congestion. I've cut way back on the smokes. Heck, I've had only two today. I'm simply pissed off that unless I'm taking some form of decongestant, I feel shitty. Obviously, I'm stressed out about something; otherwise, I'd feel just fine, but I have no idea what the hell I'm stressed about. There really hasn't been anything for me to be stressed.

I did hear something I didn't particularly like on Wednesday from a friend--whom I wanted to be more--and whom I've known for a few months. Did she call? No. Did she IM? No. She sent me an email, and I must admit that the emotional maturity of this woman is suspect since she didn't even have the courage to pick up the phone. Nope. Just your run-of-the-mill "It's not you; it's me" email that I could've received from a 22 year old chatterbox (who says nothing of meaning) with big, fake ta-tas, purple nails, shorts that have "pink" written on the ass and nothing upstairs. To receive that from a college professor was laughable. :)

But that's the same shit I've heard from everyone else, this mentality of "I can't give you what you deserve" or "Your emotions are so strong" or "I have trouble relating to you because you're a guy who actually knows how to think on an emotional level" or the question "How can you be so sure of what you believe?" and a real kicker of a statement "I just don't understand why you think I'm so great". What bullshit copouts. I've heard these statements way too often--even from my ex-wife, who always thought that she never deserved me, which--after she told me that--I pretty much felt like she had three heads.

Oh, fuck the bozos! Writing this isn't helping my mood.