The right thing to do....

"The right thing to do." It seems like such a simple concept... it really never is, though. :(

I just wish there was a book where I could look up my situation and see what the best thing to do would be. There is nothing that I hate more than disappointing people, but then again, I have to do the right thing with regards to being a responsible adult.

The sad thing is... when I really try to take my already made up mind out of the situation and decide what the right thing really would be... I honestly don't know. The thing is, I would love to not have to worrry about money and watch my ledger so closely on the regular basis that I do... but when I don't feel good about spending money on something, it's usually because I shouldn't do it. In this case, I'm already committed to something else, and now there is something new that I cannot (and would not want to) miss, so truthfully, I simply cannot pull extra money from anywhere. I'm having to stash and save what I can to do the best I can for the two, really three things I have coming up already!

It's sad to think that I might try a little harder to find a way if it weren't for the way that I already feel about the situation. When someone says that you are a close friend, that would insinuate that you are always there for one another. That they have been there when your face looked like a punching bag and you cried so hard you can barely breathe... when you feel like crap but don't want to be alone, so they show up in PJ's with take-out and Dr. Pepper. It's the person you call when you've gotten the best news of your life and the worst news... but it's certainly not someone who judges you. At least, not in my book.

My friends are my world to me; so when someone doesn't meet what I hold to be "friend" status, they become an acquaintance... someone I used to be close with. It's not an anything about being snooty or elite-- it's simply an act of self-preservation. Unfortunately, others are not so kind to themselves. I, however, have become this way over time... it simply hurts too much to let everyone count.

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