Saturday Night Sadness

Here I sit on Sat night a very fun loving, energetic woman who wants to find adventure with each day and tries to make the best of every situation. Tonight I cannot make the best out of my experience though. I go to meet up with a new friend downtown, they act as if they have all the time in the world for mew and cannot wait to hang out and see how our personalities click. So I get in the shower, get dressed, and drive halfway to meet them, ready to make a good impression, as all firsts are important. I wait and wait, and text and call. This "new friend" is not answering, and when they finally do, all I hear is sorry ass excuses. "Oh, my phone is dying and I forgot my charger, I had to turn around and make some money real quick with something I had to drop off" blah blah blah. When we finally meet up, its awkward to actually meet the person that just made me wait like a little kid for the late school bus. He has no real shame, and I feel like a complete chore, not a good feeling at all for anyone. I feel as if my time is important, and so are others time as well. I would never leave someone waiting, that is just not my stilo "style", and I HATE when I have to deal with it! I am sure there are many who have been in similar situations, and if not, its pry your ass that is doing it to other human beings, so SHAME ON YOU! you should be tied to a tree and beaten with a wet noodle, it is not nice! So, we go to grab a quick bite for they have some "errands to run" and want to hang out later after they do them. I decide to forgive and forget and actually stay in the area to try and give this friend another shot, to really show up and act like I am worth the time given. I wait, and I wait. Text messages are exchanged, time flies by, short convos here and there, talking like "I'm on the way just getting some gas", "my phones acting up and I didn't get your last text", all types of fuckery. I waited for 4 hours hoping that something better would come my way, listening to Lauren Hill, waiting for her to take my anxiety away with her angelic guitar riffs and scratchy unique notes she hits oh so well. It starts to rain, I watch other couples hand and hand, laughing and walking to the bars, wishing I could slip in silently behind them and start laughing to pretend I actually have friends who follow through, and don't leave me hanging. It is the feeling of High School all over again. being left out of the plans or not invited to the party, because others are self-centered or jealous of all I have going on. I pray for God to send me some good individuals of which I can count on and call "my peeps". It is so hard to find honest to goodness good friends today! For those who have them, please don't take them for granted. If you do, please send them to me, I could use one about now :(