If there’s one thing I can not stand, it’s middle men. The ones who come to you with all the problems other people have with you.
For one thing, nine times out of ten, the person in your face doesn’t know the entire story. Mostly because they’ve only heard bits and pieces of it. All they know is what their source deems necessary to tell them.
So when someone comes to me with a problem that has nothing to do with them, with only half the story, then proceeds to get pissed off because I’m not responding in a way they feel is appropriate, a button gets pushed.
Another reason I despise situations like this is because the person with the actual problem with me felt the need to go to someone else with it. You know my number. You know where I live, and where I work. If you have a problem with something I’ve said or done, I believe it would be best to come directly to me. Don’t tell someone else about it, then decide to leave out half the details.
On top of it all, hypocrisy has been swirled into the mix. And boy, do I love hypocrits. I think they are just super dreamy…
Yet it seems that when I have someone in my face, going off on me about something when they don’t know the whole story, then coming at me because they don’t approve of my methods for getting my shit together, the best course of action would be to keep my fucking mouth shut. Because if I were to tell them what’s really going on, and how I feel about everything, I would be stepping out of line. But when I don’t say anything, all of a sudden I’m a lost cause. Can’t win for losing.
And on top of it all, it seems that I should apologize for doing the very things that I should be doing. Like getting my shit together and regaining my fucking independence. Although it seems to me that I’m not the problem, but the most convenient whipping post. Because when you can’t take your frustrations out on the source of the problem, you have to find the next best thing.
And I fucking refuse to be anyone’s replacement.