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Journal TechnoLust's Journal: Feeling used... 7

Last night, Chris, LeAnne, Chadwick, Seth, Matt, and I were going to ride out to sand island with some beer and the grill and just chill and talk and drink, away from town, away from people. We didn't get everything prepared in time, so we just stayed at my house. It turned cold last night, so it was probably better that way, except for one thing. People kept showing up. I told them that we wanted a quiet night to chill without everyone else coming over.

William was being loud and I told him that he could stay for a minute, but then he'd have to go. LeAnne and I were trying to have a private conversation and he walked up to us and started trying to talk about politics. I said, "I don't mean to be rude, but we're trying to have a private conversation, which is why we left everyone else and came in here. Can we finish our conversation and then come talk to you?" He said, "Oh, that's straight, dog. That's why everyone likes me around when they're drinking, I'm cool like that." But he didn't leave. He kept chiming in. LeAnne is too nice to say anything, and I'd already asked him to leave. So I just looked at him and shook my head and walked off. LeAnne walked off and went to find Chris.

Later I was in my bedroom with the door closed talking to Mel and Deborah. William just opened the door and walked in and asked if he could make himself another drink. First of all, it pissed me off that he just opened my door and walked in my room. So I said, "Why are there people just coming into my room? If people don't stop just walking in here without knocking, I'm going to fucking go off on someone!" Then he asked if he could have another drink and I told him no, because I only had one mixer left and I was going to drink it as soon as I finished mine. He said he was going to leave. Uhh... bye!

Then I asked Mel to leave my room for a minute because I wanted to talk to Deborah alone. She said, "Oh, I guess you are going to do a shot without me, aren't you?" I went off. I said, "I've never left you out, and even if I wanted to, IT'S MY FUCKING LIQUOR! Be glad I gave you what I've given you so far and if you're lucky, I'll pour you another later when I'm done talking to her." Deborah was upset because of some things that had happened at work, so we did a shot and then we talked about it, and then we kissed and I held her for a minute and told her it was going to be ok.

I'm a generous person, but when people start showing up expecting me to have liquor and beer and let them come play ping pong and drink for free, fuck them. And when someone like Mel bitches because she thinks someone else is getting more than her, or she's being left out, piss off, now you get nothing. Ingrate.

So LeAnne and I finally got to finish our conversation. We went outside and sat on the tailgate of my truck and looked at the stars and finished talking. We've been such good friends and we can talk about anything. She was worried about all the girls that have been hanging around me lately. She said none of them are good enough for me and she's worried I'm going to let them take advantage of me or that a better girl would think I'm seeing one of them. I told her that I wasn't worried about it because I'm moving to Cincy (if Josh with ever get his company on the ball before I have to start stripping for money) and these girls will be long gone.

After that conversation, I went to bed and put my iPod on. The last song that played was Enya - Only Time (thanks Koria). I thought that was a good song to end the night on.

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Feeling used...

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  • Seriously, if you're going to be used, you should at least be paid for it.

    I've got a dollar.
  • TL,

    I say this as someone concerned about you. But not in the way that LeAnne is concerned about you. I am not concerned about the girls and such, but more about you. Because while your perceptions might make this a problem about everyone-else-in-the-world-but-TL, this is also a TL problem.

    "I'm a generous person, but when people start showing up expecting me to have liquor and beer and let them come play ping pong and drink for free, fuck them."

    I want you to consider for a moment your part in this. W
    • I never invited them over for free beer and shots. I invited them over to play ping pong and PROVIDE THEIR OWN DRINKS. Now they want to come and drink mine. No. You can come play ping pong sober if you aren't bringing your own drinks. Also, I didn't invite them over, they showed up. There's a difference in these people and other people. I've invited other people over and they don't take it as a perpetual invitation.

      Also I explained to people that we had some friends from out of town over and wanted

      • So, at what point do you finally plan to take personal responsibility for what happens in your life? As I read through your journal entries and the comments and your responses, I see a common theme - you shirk off your role in the situations that face you. Sooner or later, you need to take some responsibility and if necessary, take some action to correct the problem.

        Dexterpexter was being quite polite in the way she was addressing what she sees as a trouble spot. I will not afford you that luxury, as I th

        • I think that you have this right. There are choices being made. TL is not a leaf in the wind - he has the capability of being an oak in the storm. To do that, one must accept responsibility for one's choices - and then make more choices that will improve the world around one. It is not always easy, but it is what we are here for. High standards are a good thing.
  • One thing that I often do with gaming groups that I host...

    Usually there is a "tip jar" kind of thing. I let folks know that if they throw in a few bucks I'll provide snacks and drinks. I don't mind hosting things at my place, but when folks see that there is a little cost involved with hosting they tend to be a little more respectful. Now the few bucks they throw in the jar helps offset the food and drinks, but does not come close to covering the full cost. It is a simple reminder to them that this stu

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