Emotastic

Yeah.  I said it.  Emotastic.  That’s the title of this post and that’s what it’s going to be.  It’s going to emotastic.  And I’m ok with that because I follow another blog where every single post is dripping with emotasticism.  It’s one of the lamer blogs I follow and it bothers me because the person is also always making fun of emo people and claims to be the least emo, least dramatic person in the world.  Yeah.  They are the most dramatic, most emo person I have ever had any form of contact with.  So, I’m not gonna say that I can’t stand emotasticism, but I will say I can’t stand drama. 

So, this post is going to be emotastic.  And I hope to God it’s the only emotastic post I ever post.

For the past three nights (or so), I have been home alone doing nothing.  Well, I’ve been doing some writing, but for the most part I’ve just been sitting around alone being boring and lame.  Last night, it kind of started to get to me.  I was really annoyed that I really had nothing to do.  And what’s lamer than that is that it isn’t because of a lack of friends.  I’m not even really sure what’s causing this huge atrocity called boring lamety in my life.

Example:  Last night, I was alone because all my guy friends were playing CoD and I don’t play CoD.

As I sat around my apartment writing, reading random quotes on the internet, tweeting stupid crap, not taking out the trash, etc., I had a thought.  I have a ton of people who care about me.  I know this because I got about four texts during this time that said “I love you” or “Love you.”  I’m loved, I get it.  But as I was talking to one of my friends (via text) I realized something. 

Sometimes, when you know you’re cared about by a lot of people, it can be overshadowed because of one person who you care about that doesn’t care about you. 

I told my “Mommy” this today (she’s a great friend that I work with), and she said, “That’s a very true and wise statement.” 

So, now, I have to learn to be satisfied with the care and love I receive from those who do care about and love me.  And that’s cool.  I do love the people I’m thinking about when I say “a lot of people.”  I’m really lucky to have so many people care about me, but I really do need to learn to be satisfied with the care and love the give me even if it is overshadowed.