First I just want to say that I have a wonderful life and I am so thankful for everything I have. But for the moment, I just need to bellyache.
Why am I pathetic? Here is why.
1) I have no real world friends. I have lived here for 2 years and still have none. I am trying, really hard, to make some, but so far I haven't found anyone who wants to hang out with me and vice versa.
2) Because I have no friends, I spent days upon days and taught myself CSS to surprise my dad with a website for his birthday. (He makes and sells a certain craft item; that's what the website is for.) He looks at it and says, "What am I supposed to do with that?"
3) The novel I spent 3 months rewriting for an agent was rejected.
4) Went to dressy Christmas party. My fashion sense is SO frickin sucktastic that I think I look really good until I get there and realize I look completely ridiculous. "Host" of the party picks on all the "pretty" girls at that party, and I definitely am not in that group.
5) Yesterday I email my mom to say I'm feeling a little down and could she please keep me in her prayers? Today I get a phone call - from my father. He wants to tell me how much he appreciates and loves my website in a fashion which makes it absolutely clear my mother said, "Jo is discouraged. You need to call your daughter and say X Y and Z."
Yes, I am now so pathetic that my parents are resorting to ploys that would not fool a five year old to make me feel better.
Sigh.
Why am I pathetic? Here is why.
1) I have no real world friends. I have lived here for 2 years and still have none. I am trying, really hard, to make some, but so far I haven't found anyone who wants to hang out with me and vice versa.
2) Because I have no friends, I spent days upon days and taught myself CSS to surprise my dad with a website for his birthday. (He makes and sells a certain craft item; that's what the website is for.) He looks at it and says, "What am I supposed to do with that?"
3) The novel I spent 3 months rewriting for an agent was rejected.
4) Went to dressy Christmas party. My fashion sense is SO frickin sucktastic that I think I look really good until I get there and realize I look completely ridiculous. "Host" of the party picks on all the "pretty" girls at that party, and I definitely am not in that group.
5) Yesterday I email my mom to say I'm feeling a little down and could she please keep me in her prayers? Today I get a phone call - from my father. He wants to tell me how much he appreciates and loves my website in a fashion which makes it absolutely clear my mother said, "Jo is discouraged. You need to call your daughter and say X Y and Z."
Yes, I am now so pathetic that my parents are resorting to ploys that would not fool a five year old to make me feel better.
Sigh.