I'm Never Like This.

So, yesterday was a great day. Wonderful. I might even go as far as to say FANTASTIC (accompanied by jazz hands.) But then, later that night, it just sort of got falcon punched in the kidney. I just want to start by saying, I'm never like this. Really. There isn't a whole lot that gets my blood boiling, makes me really angry. The times where I am honestly and truly upset about something are few and far between. I'm just pretty mellow.

But last night, I just started freaking out. And why would I do that, friends? Why would I freak out when I just had a dewdrop of a day? Mmm? I'll tell you why. Because I hate, I mean I HATE when people try to run my life. Now, how could I not enjoy every detail of my personal life being a planned discussion in someone elses? I don't know. Maybe I'm... Maybe I'm crazy.

I mean seriously. I don't understand that kind of... audacity. And it happens all the time! People just try to live other people's lives for them. A couple examples? Okay. So when two people like each other. Maybe, maybe, hypothetically, they even are best friends. So clearly they haven't spoken said hypothetical feelings. And then a completely, non involved third party is like... jumping the gun and telling you both what will happen? Yeahh. Not so much. "At this time, you will make soup. Then at this time, you will listen to this song by this band. Then, you will go off into the other room and talk, possibly even cuddle." Oh, oh will I? Could, uh, could I also squeeze a bathroom break in there too? Sometimes, my bladder, it has to empty. I know, weird right? Also, and and.. I'm so sorry to slip this in, but I have to tell you. AT NO POINT WILL WE BE GOING OFF ALONE. WE ARE NOT GIANT PANDAS. YOU CAN'T THROW US IN A ROOM TOGETHER AND JUST LIKE EXPECT US TO MATE. Hypothetically, I mean. Hypothetically, that's what I would say. If hypthetically that was happening. Hypothetically.

Or here's another, and its more serious. I have this friend, and she's adorable. Possibly one of the sweetest, nicest, cutest people you will ever meet in your whole life. And because she is nice, people always try to run her life. Sometimes I just have to stop her and ask her what SHE wants. I have to remind her to do stuff that makes her happy. I absolutely detest people that take advantage of people like her and run her life.

So, I guess this is just a long-winded, petty blog ranting about something that could be summed up a lot more quickly; if its your life, great. Live it, run it. If its not, and it has nothing to do with you, and NO ONE is asking you for advice, and its between people other than yourself? Don't run it.

Yeah, this was a waste of blogspace. A petty, mean girl, cheapy rant. But I'm usually not like this. So, I'm entitled to a petty, mean girl, cheapy rant every so often, aren't I?