Getting pushed around
You know what drives me crazy? Friends who get pushy. What the heck has been going on recently? I feel like over the past week or so I’ve had to have somewhat uncomfortable conversations with people who I’ve always considered friends about laying off me. Mostly it’s because of really unreasonable requests, demands, that they make of me because of something they need. Well, friends, I *need* you to get off of me and stop asking for crazy things. Enough’s enough.
I’m beginning to wonder how it is that people get so self-absorbed that all they can see is them. More interestingly, I’m fascinated by the fact that this is a choice; there’s literally no will to compromise. I’ve gotten used to opting for the highway, but I always do with a little sadness. The highway always seems like it should be a last resort and it comes up a lot more frequently recently.
Granted, there was a time not so very long ago at which I’d really work to make things work out. It’s interesting how much rigidity shows up when you start not bending over backwards to please people. Not exactly what I was hoping to find. But much less stressful to maintain.