the smell of assholes in the morning
Still very tired. Summer took me out to a really cool bar lastnight. Normally I hate that sort of thing, but this place was actually pretty cool, and I had fun. She said she only goes maybe once a month or so, which is perfect since that's how often I'd like to go as well. They had really good karaoke singers and I met the owner, who made us some appetizers, even though the kitchen was already closed.
We were supposed to move my piano this weekend, but I'm not sure that's going to happen now. Andy recruited a few of his friends to help, and two of them backed out at the last minute. It's interesting that his friends that are in relationships, that live on their own and support themselves, are very dependable and considerate, but his friends that still live at home with Mom & Dad and have no steady relationships are flaky and don't seem to care about anyone but themselves and their own agendas. My Dad is trying to see if he can find some other guys to help. It was really shitty of them to back out with less than 24 hours notice when my Dad's already rented the moving trailer and everything. Bastards.
You know, it's funny ... people meet me and generally they go, 'what a nice person', and I am. The thing is, it takes effort to be a good person, a considerate person and when I don't see that effort being put forth on the part of others, I don't bother to continue to do so, either. It's very simple .. I will treat you how you treat me, it's like a mirror. My behavior towards people is reflective of their behavior towards me, and I think people are surprised by this. They begin to say things like 'but she was so nice when I first met her', when what they really mean is 'I thought I could continue to use her'. No, thank you.
Andy told his 'friends' lastnight that if they can't even show up to move one piano, how on earth will they ever tour together??
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