…Change in plans.
I don’t know when common courtesy went out of fashion… but apparently it did. I don’t understand and I feel very hurt… confused… and extremely disappointed. I should have known better… but I didn’t. I suppose that is what happens when you believe words. What hurts and disappoints me the most is the manner in which it was done. No heads up. No calls. No messages. Nothing. Not just for me. But everyone else involved – the few who did make the trip to meet this person – who was a no show. I guess I have mud on my face… yet again. Nothing like pacing an airport for 2.5 fucken hours looking for someone who wasn’t even on the fucken plane – and didn’t have the decency to give me the heads up he cancelled his trip. Oh yes… I believe him now. He told me he was an asshole… but I wouldn’t listen. I’m listening now.
I won’t let this ruin my weekend. Hell no. No way. Besides – what doesn’t help heal hurt feelings than good food, good booze and good music? Exactly – we have the Opa! Festival going on locally and I plan on making good on that. Very few things in my world beat good Greek food and festivities… And I have a few local plans… the sting still remains… but cooler heads will prevail and perhaps a budding friendship might actually be salvaged… despite his assholeness. Far from impressed – time heals a lot of things. And I plan on making time work for me… not the other way around… Besides – why let one asshole ruin a whole long weekend full of Canadian festivities and the possibilities of adventure – right? Right.