Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me, Think I'll Eat Some Worms!

This week has been a tough week. Its been go, go, go at school, the weather has been diabolical - flooding causing lots of traffic headaches and on top of that, I've been (in the attempt to improve my commute to work) house sitting for a friend. And I have, as a result of that experience, come to realise that nobody loves me, everybody hates me - think I'll eat some worms!

What makes me think that? Well, let's see - I was always taught to look at the evidence and see where it points, always taught that where there is smoke, there's fire - that sort of thing - so I'll show you the evidence.

My friend's house is in the same street as another mate. So, when I knew I would be housesitting there, I let my other friend know. I had visions of late night coffees, lengthy chats, a nice gossipy chin wag, maybe going to the nearby cinema for a movie... but alas, none of that has eventuated. In fact, I haven't even had so much as a text or an email from that friend! Now, I know that for the past few days she has been away (and I have been at school musical) - so meeting up wouldn't have been possible - but still - we didn't manage to sort anything out in the first few days I was there. Thus, your Honour, if it please the court, I enter exhibit A into evidence.

Exhibit B. My email inbox. Aside from a bunch of spam emails, I have had, this week, absolutely no emails from friends or family. Zip. Nada. Granted, the only one who usually emails me is my Dad, and he's been away - but Mum has her own little netbook thing, and has her own email on it. What's to stop her?

And finally, exhibit C. I sent a text to my sister earlier this week saying that as I was nearer to her place now than before, if her boys weren't playing soccer this weekend maybe I could take them to the movies (I was thinking specifically of Night At The Museum 2) Saturday morning. I can't do it Saturday afternoon because I have to go to school for the last performance of the musical, but the morning would've worked.

Did she even write back? No. Nothing. Not even an acknowledgement text. And there have been no phone calls from anyone else in my family either.

So as far as I'm concerned, the evidence is overwhelming. Nobody loves me, everybody hates me - think I'll eat some worms! (Either that or move to South Africa or something!)

Addendum:  Murphy's Law, isn't it - I post this and then my Dad phones me, just when I'm at a performance of the school musical - and the one time I haven't turned my phone off.  Thanks a lot Dad!