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Frustrated Doesn’t Even Begin to Describe…
I don’t get it.
Let me ask you all this….
When you have been personally invited by one friend, and encouraged by another to come to that friend’s house after work to hang out and just chill and have a good time, you expect them to be there when you finally make it to their house, right?
Especially! When you’ve told them before leaving after the invitation, that you “will call them and let them know what is going on so they know whether or not to expect you later”
It seems to reason that you’re being responsible and –wanting- to hang out…
So why is it that when I found out that there was a chance I could go over to this individual’s house that it was so damn hard to contact them? I was even dragging my kid brother along so that he could hang out with them too because I know that he enjoys their company as well and he wouldn’t have been such a bother. All in all, he is a really good kid.
To put some more detail into it, I tried calling and confirming my coming over at 4 in the afternoon. Not a bad time to call, but I received no answer.
I knew that they were planning to be outside filming a scene for a school project so I decided not to worry about it. At about 7PM (with still no answer after trying to reach them on either cell phone or home phones) I went over anyway, in the rain and dark, even though my nighttime driving skills aren’t that great and I prefer not to drive at night if I don’t have to. I figured “well maybe they’re not answering simply because they’ve been having to answer the damn phone and are frustrated with it. * Shrugs* I honestly wanted to remain hopeful.
As I arrived, I realized something critical. There were no lights on at all…not even the porch light. That’s seriously unusual for this particular friends house.
The door was unlocked and so I made my way in, Jason in tow Looking around, the house was a mess, proving that there had been a horde of teenagers in the place, but no one was there. Feeling somewhat hurt, I picked up the house phone and then went around to make sure that she had not left her cell in her room.
She hadn’t.
So I called another friend of mine to ask her to start calling people’s folks since I didn’t have any of the numbers memorized to call homes or cells to see what was going on. And this is when I started getting mad and upset.
According to all parents who’s kids weren’t at home…they were “All at -her- house.”
Bull! Was my answer every time I over heard Kanna mention the adult’s answer to me.
So Jason and I sat there for a long time (1 ½ hour) trying to figure out at least where people were and hoping that they’d come back.
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They didn’t.
Being very honest, there has been more than one occasion where there was a get together and no one has informed me so I never knew about it and in turn never went, but I can shrug that off and ignore it rather quickly.
But I can’t express how much it hurt to be formally invited to go back and hang out, by more than just the gal who lives there, and be left high and dry with no freaking idea where anyone is once I arrived.
I found something to write on, and left a note expressing that I had been there and it would have been nice to know that if they were all going to leave, to at least let me know that I wasn’t wanted or shouldn’t have made the gas wasting effort to get there if there was no point to it.
After I got home, Kanna called again to let me know where they had all gone…the movies….
So much for my night of hanging out with friends…
 kindreanselkie · Sun Mar 11, 2007 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
