speak louder

Something  I learned today:
Rather than be upfront with those inviting him to go out, my Gson has gone around using ME as an excuse.

Apparently it's much easier to blame the quiet homebody for him not going out ("Sorry, I'm staying with them and AnoMALIE doesn't want to go out." I don't?) than telling the truth ("I'm broke, so unless it's free, I'm not doing it.")

Last night I was supposed to go to my friend's birthday dinner at The Cosmo. I had told her I'd be there without a doubt.
Gson had been steam-ironing his clothes when minutes before I hopped in the shower he backed out of going to dinner.
Instead of staying home and pouting, I hopped in my car and jetted to the other side of town... anything to keep me from blowing up.

This morning, as I made myself some breakfast in a nearly empty home (only Mom was still here), Mom talked about yesterday. Apparently it was MY idea not to go to dinner.
Great.
Fantastic.
Rad.

Gson has backed out of at least four social events this week... and people aren't very happy about it.
But guess who's getting the heat for at least three of those events-- me.
L.O.L.
D-ohhhhh-pe.

It's pretty remarkable how EASY it is to blame a quiet, shy person and have others believe that quiet person is wrecking the life/fun of the "extrovert."

I'd probably cry about it... but after a few minutes of chill time, I'm left sort of entertained by the observation... even if it all happens to be at my expense.

The manner in which physically beautiful people manipulate others sure is fucking mesmerizing.