Yesterday was the 4th annual Zombie Walk here in Myrtle Beach. It's a charity benefiting autism awareness that pairs music and zombies- two of my favorite things. I've been looking forward to this for months, and have been planning with a couple of my friends for just as long. Too bad I didn't get to go.
Here's what I've learned: people are a huge disappointment; always have been always will be. I have a group of great friends in Florida that I never get to see, and it seems like the people of South Carolina are all bred to be flakes and assholes. Is it right to plan and plan for an event, no matter how big or small, and a last minute bail out? Is it right to deliberately stop answering texts because you don't have the spine to tell me you've changed your mind? And how sad would it have looked for me, a lone zombie walking around aimlessly alone with nobody to talk to or hang out with? Pathetic.
I know this seems a little extreme. It is just a Zombie Walk, after all. No big deal. But to me, it's the straw that broke the camel's back. I am always getting stood up, or used or ignored. Whether it be a concert, dinner, planned vacations or just a random outing. It wouldn't bother me if the person would call days or hours before and informed me of their change of plans. It's always last minute. Every fucking time. Well I'm done now. I'm no longer making plans with anyone as long as I'm still here. I missed a day of work for this thing. So I'm done. When I move, hopefully the people of Europe will be a little more honest and upfront. If not, well, I guess I'll be that crazy cat lady/serial killer now, won't I?
Ugh. Hate being emo. Makes me seem like a whiner. Silver lining: interview tomorrow! They have properties all over the world so I'll get to transfer somewhere!