When one door closes... You SLAM IT SHUT.

If you had walked into my house ten minutes ago you would have quickly turned around to face the door and made an even quicker exit. No, there wasn't a toxic chemical spill in the living room or a raging fire on the couch, just an insanely mad teenage girl slamming doors and yelling profanities. Her fury could be felt two rooms away and the sadness she felt was apparent on her tear stained face and in her bloodshot eyes. She had been upset before, but not like this. Today she was hurting for herself and her friend and she knew that she had no right to do either.

It pains me to admit that the teenager mentioned above was me, but a good writer is a truthful one so therefore I must be completely honest. I am no stranger to my strong emotions, but this time I couldn't help but be angry and frustrated to the point of total room destruction. My best friend has the most inconsiderate girlfriend who really doesn't respect or value the fact that she is in a relationship with one of the nicest and most caring boys ever. And trust me, I know that it really does not involve me nor that it is any of MY business, but how could I not be upset when everyday I have to sit by and watch her flirt with far too many boys and generally act in a very "single" way?

Those who know me know how much I care about my friends and family. Their happiness makes me happy and when I see them succeed I can't help but get a warm feeling in my heart. But is it possible that I care too much? It appears so ladies and gentlemen. :/ Today the Best Friend received his status as an Eagle Scout in a service at a local church. Him and 4 of his fellow scouts received the esteemed honor while their families and friends looked on and I was lucky enough to be in the audience. Not going to lie, I almost cried (happy tears!) when I talked to his mom after the service and gave her a hug. They are such a wonderful family! After the service was a reception with the usual cake and punch being served. The Best Friend and I were just talking when his girlfriend decided to saunter up and send me away with a stern look.

I feel as if I am doing a horrible job explaining this, but that look made me angry. Who was SHE to flirt non-stop with a good looking senior two nights before and NOW act as if I had no right to be there congratulating my friend? In my opinion she didn't and that is when I decided that it was time to escape the much to crowded church and head for home. But that only made me even more upset! Yes, I was upset with her and quite fed up with the whole situation, but now I was mad at myself. I felt as if I had ran away. I had let her push me around once again and that only added to my dismay!

I have since cooled down and re-folded all of the clean laundry I had previously thrown around the room and have been trying to think of ways to abstract myself from the situation. It was me after all who was dumb enough to get myself involved, so now it is my job to find a way to ignore my feelings of frustration. From today on I am going to try my hardest to be less involved in the personal affairs of my friends and focus on my own life's dilemmas.