This is the reason I don't call people I know have answering machines.*laughs* I'm actually more likely to call people with an answering machine. As long as I psych myself up before making the call for the idea that it *could* be the answering machine, and get what I have to say all lined up... it means that they have to call *me* back, and I don't have to go through the whole psychpsychpsych thing to get myself to call again! Hurrah!
Because really, if those people weren't selfish themselves, they wouldn't make such a fuss about you not calling.Yeah, it's not that she made a fuss - she really didn't. But when I'm actually getting the social cues of "damnit I'm really hurt" overlaid in her voice, I know she must have been pretty upset by it. It's not that she yelled at me or something that makes me feel bad - it's knowing that I hurt her, that I made a difficult time worse for her by not being able to get over myself, and that even though I sent her a big bunch of flowers to apologise and I'm pretty sure she's forgiven me, I still can't take back those two days she felt miserable. In a sense it's also jealousy from me, because in those two days I wasn't there she was surrounded by other friends who were there for her, and I can't help but feel like it should have been me - only it's all my fault that it wasn't.
I think I'm used to if cause dah bf was an introvert. the mother is an introvert. and every friend I've ever been *good* friends with have been intoverts. me on the other had, is the complete opposite.*laughs* It's nice being friends with extroverts. It's like... taking a walk on the wild side every time you're with them. :)
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Because really, if those people weren't selfish themselves, they wouldn't make such a fuss about you not calling.Yeah, it's not that she made a fuss - she really didn't. But when I'm actually getting the social cues of "damnit I'm really hurt" overlaid in her voice, I know she must have been pretty upset by it. It's not that she yelled at me or something that makes me feel bad - it's knowing that I hurt her, that I made a difficult time worse for her by not being able to get over myself, and that even though I sent her a big bunch of flowers to apologise and I'm pretty sure she's forgiven me, I still can't take back those two days she felt miserable. In a sense it's also jealousy from me, because in those two days I wasn't there she was surrounded by other friends who were there for her, and I can't help but feel like it should have been me - only it's all my fault that it wasn't.
I think I'm used to if cause dah bf was an introvert. the mother is an introvert. and every friend I've ever been *good* friends with have been intoverts. me on the other had, is the complete opposite.*laughs* It's nice being friends with extroverts. It's like... taking a walk on the wild side every time you're with them. :)