I'm the asshole

When someone lies to you once and you believe them, they’re an asshole.

When this person tells you that their new train wreckboyfriend has been clean for a year and tells your mutual friend that this new train wreckboyfriend has been clean for two weeks, they’re the asshole. Not you.

When this person lies to you about this new train wreck’sboyfriend’s job and tells you that he works as a carpenter and makes a lot of money, when in reality the new train wreckboyfriend lost his job because he is a train wreck and only does odd jobs for his grandma and is living off of this person (who happens to be a single mother), this person is still an asshole, but the new train wreckboyfriend is the bigger asshole.

When this person lies left and right about all things related to their new train wreckboyfriend, and things in their own life that this new train wreckboyfriend now controls, you get worried. You want to help this so-called friend, but they won’t stop lying to you.

When this person has lied to you for the hundredth time about their relationship status with the new train wreckboyfriend, and you believe them every time, you’re the asshole.

There are only so many times that you can lie to yourself about someone who obviously doesn’t care about you — or themselves — very much. And there are only so many times before you decide that you’re just not going to waste your time anymore.

Good luck, “Jude.”

Taking a break

Today I remembered that I get a fifteen minute break at my day job.

This might not sound like a big deal, but it is; I don’t normally take that break. I usually get so into what I’m doing that the day flies by, and the next thing I know it’s 1:00 and time to go home. Even when I was still smoking — yes, I’m still smoke-free! — I’d go outside for a five, maybe ten minute smoke and then I’d come right back in. During the last few months, I haven’t even thought of taking five minutes.

It’s a little scary that I totally forgot about the much coveted fifteen. I would have never forgotten my break back in my retail days. I used to bug my managers just so I could actually have a break.

I may just need a twelve-step workaholism recovery program.


Update: New Astrid and Dante is up!