I am a repeat offender

I am totally bumming here. Totally bumming. First I unknowingly alienate Peanut's husband thereby alienating Peanut and disrupting the whole babe love fest. I apologized to Peanut and thought I had eaten the biggest possible piece of humble pie (and we all know I can pack in the deserts) but Peanut never came around and said "Let's be friends again". Now it has been forever, too long, and I see that it just ain't gonna happen.

Now I have managed to alienate Boop's new man-friend. Boops was here, they were text messaging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth (get the picture?) and I took her phone and texted him "Go away. Love, clickmom" and now he is all insulted and thinks I was RUDE. I, on the other hand was half-way serious, cause I mean, c'mon man, I rarely get to hang with my pal, leave her alone when you know she is with me, or at least keep it short, and half way trying to be cute hence the LOVE part. As in LOVE wink wink just take the hint, but don't get all bent out of shape. But bottom line is the guy is offended. He thinks I hate him and other things that aren't true because he isn't getting his info from me he is getting it from Boops, who .... who .... who.... I dunno what the $%^&* she is telling him but now things are just bad. Bad bad bad.

So I am upset for many reasons:
1. Yet another man/husband of a friend thinks I hate him-when I don't. This is bullshit.
2. Lack of harmony between friends and man friends is the last thing Boops needs on her already full plate. What Boops needs a break.
3. And last but not least, in the back of my mind I am thinking "Maybe I am the man hating socially inept sloth Peanut, Peanut's husband, and now Boops' man friend think I am."

I mean, look, we all know stupid people who have no idea they are stupid, and people who dress like clowns that have no idea they look silly. What if my whole reality is just a lie and I suck with people? Maybe my perception is skewed and I am the freak, every one else is normal?

It all kinda came home for me today when Boops came with me to the chiropractor. (Torn rotator cuff- long story) I have been to this chiropractor a few times and we talked, but not much. I just thought the chiropractor was the serious quiet type. Today the chiropractor was torturing me, and when I cried out in pain he and Boops started to make fun of me and say they were going to use my sounds of suffering in a kung foo movie, then they started to tease me about being high maintenance. I was like "HIGH MAINTENANCE?? I am not high maintenance!!" But it was useless, they had completely ganged up on me so I gave up.

I was thinking "How did Boops befriend this guy in two seconds, get him to completely lighten up, and then turn on me??" I mean, I was the one whipping out the co-pay!

SO, maybe I am not good with people, men in particular, I dunno, I don't need this, I don't understand this, I don't want this in my life. I want to binge and go to bed. (I know, I know, skip the binge)

Comments

[husband]

Is Boops made or just her man friend?

[Anna Banana]

Hey, don't beat yourself up! Sometimes people just don't click with each other, sometimes people take jokes wrong... it doesn't mean you should take all the blame. You seem like a pretty laid back lady to me, you sure take your boys antics in stride. Maybe being the mother of a herd of boys makes one likely to consider all men to be big boys and treat them accordingly... which they can get all snitty about. The big babies!