Another Weekend Goes By
This was a very interesting weekend to say the least. It started off good, and ended, well akwardly. I guess it is just par for the course, seeing that everyday seems to have that mixture, but it still boggles my mind.
On Friday night my cousins "Ant" and "Zach" came to visit. In reality they came to stay over with my sister, but we all hung out. Ant and I have a close bond between us, well the last year or so there has been a close bond between us. It actualy coincided with the time he started to play hockey with us. I would go and pick him up to go play. It is surprising how much you get to know someone after driving with them for a while. Although we were cousins, we never really knew each other that well. By just shooting the breeze we started to realize that we are very similer, and go through the same stuff. Now we are the best of friends. Zach is younger, but he is a good kid, and he enjoys hanging out with us, and frankly he is as funny as hell, so it is always fun to have him around.
Anyways, they stayed over friday and saterday night. It wasn't anything major, friday we went to hockey as usual, then we ordered some take out and rented a couple of movies. Saterday, we went downtown for a bit, went to this indoor rock climbing place, went out for dinner and went to watch a movie (by the way Borat was absolutly hilarious). They went home sunday morning. All in all, it was a simple couple of days, but very enjoyable.
Sunday on the other hand was odd. A friend of mine wanted to have a bunch of our friends over, she invited me, but she wanted me to help her cook, because she didn't know what to make. Now I am not trying to brag, but I am a very good cook, I have always enjoyed cooking, mainly as a hobey. At home I was always helping my mom cook, (and she is exteamly good at it) and I always liked experimenting. But more on that anotherr time. So she had asked me to help, and I said yes. So I went over and well I'm not going to say I helped her, because really it was her that was helping me, LOL. We made a really nice meal.
The problem was when everyone came over. These were people I know, they are supposed to be my friends, but it didn't feel friendly last night. Of course they all gave her accolades on how nice the food was, which was fine, it was her night, and I wanted her to have the credit. Yet even though they were all warm with each other, it felt like I wasn't involved. I was part of the conversations, but only on the edge of them. Other than the perfunctory, "Hi, how are ya?" they never really spoke to me directly. I felt like I was just hovering around the conversations, and if I didn't join in on my own, I would never had said a word that night. Maybe I am just imagining it all, but I don't think so. I don't know why they have all cooled off with me. I know I said some things a few weeks ago that I probebly shouldn't have, about the New Brunswick incident, but what I said was the honest truth, and none of them have ever came up to me to speak about it. All I said was that I was hurt by what happened. I'm not going to make any judgements yet, I'll wait a little bit longer, it is starting to get tiresome. Weekends are supposed to be relaxing, and although it started that way, this drama took the wind out of my sails again. I don't think it is too much to ask that at least one weekend goes by that things go well. Maybe I will have to make some drastic changes before that will happen.
On Friday night my cousins "Ant" and "Zach" came to visit. In reality they came to stay over with my sister, but we all hung out. Ant and I have a close bond between us, well the last year or so there has been a close bond between us. It actualy coincided with the time he started to play hockey with us. I would go and pick him up to go play. It is surprising how much you get to know someone after driving with them for a while. Although we were cousins, we never really knew each other that well. By just shooting the breeze we started to realize that we are very similer, and go through the same stuff. Now we are the best of friends. Zach is younger, but he is a good kid, and he enjoys hanging out with us, and frankly he is as funny as hell, so it is always fun to have him around.
Anyways, they stayed over friday and saterday night. It wasn't anything major, friday we went to hockey as usual, then we ordered some take out and rented a couple of movies. Saterday, we went downtown for a bit, went to this indoor rock climbing place, went out for dinner and went to watch a movie (by the way Borat was absolutly hilarious). They went home sunday morning. All in all, it was a simple couple of days, but very enjoyable.
Sunday on the other hand was odd. A friend of mine wanted to have a bunch of our friends over, she invited me, but she wanted me to help her cook, because she didn't know what to make. Now I am not trying to brag, but I am a very good cook, I have always enjoyed cooking, mainly as a hobey. At home I was always helping my mom cook, (and she is exteamly good at it) and I always liked experimenting. But more on that anotherr time. So she had asked me to help, and I said yes. So I went over and well I'm not going to say I helped her, because really it was her that was helping me, LOL. We made a really nice meal.
The problem was when everyone came over. These were people I know, they are supposed to be my friends, but it didn't feel friendly last night. Of course they all gave her accolades on how nice the food was, which was fine, it was her night, and I wanted her to have the credit. Yet even though they were all warm with each other, it felt like I wasn't involved. I was part of the conversations, but only on the edge of them. Other than the perfunctory, "Hi, how are ya?" they never really spoke to me directly. I felt like I was just hovering around the conversations, and if I didn't join in on my own, I would never had said a word that night. Maybe I am just imagining it all, but I don't think so. I don't know why they have all cooled off with me. I know I said some things a few weeks ago that I probebly shouldn't have, about the New Brunswick incident, but what I said was the honest truth, and none of them have ever came up to me to speak about it. All I said was that I was hurt by what happened. I'm not going to make any judgements yet, I'll wait a little bit longer, it is starting to get tiresome. Weekends are supposed to be relaxing, and although it started that way, this drama took the wind out of my sails again. I don't think it is too much to ask that at least one weekend goes by that things go well. Maybe I will have to make some drastic changes before that will happen.
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