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Topic: ANNOYED (04/05/18)
- TITLE: The Deceived
By Amy Gaudette
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Maggie tried to make me feel guilty about leeching off of them. Whatever! I do dishes, and I even help with the laundry. . .on weekends. It's not like I don't do anything. Last night I took Poker out for a walk. I know it was a big help because Mom's beagle has started in with some disgusting incontinent stuff. Gross. If I had a dog that old I would head for the vets. Mom can't walk him anymore so I did. Once. Poker didn't really enjoy it, so far be it from me to push him.
Anyway, it's getting pretty irritating. Mom and Dad think I can't hear them, but I know they're worried I'm giving up. I don't need everyone's heartfelt opinion. I was actually glad Jim left me. All he did was harp, harp, harp. Get a job, get a better job. Help out more around the house. Gee whiz. You'd think I was lazy. I work circles around many people I know. One time I had a job at Walmart, and Christmas week, I was asked to work a forty hour week! The nerve! I tell you, I gave them a piece my mind. I was hired for twenty hours and twenty hours is what I'll work. However, seeing it was Christmas week, and because of the hard worker I am, I worked a whole day extra. It was at least five hours long. Five hours. I was so fatigued at the end of that week.
If I were honest, which my counselor tells me to make sure I am at all times, I would have to say I'm getting really getting miffed. No one understands me except my dear counselor. She was telling me to try to be more patient, as people tend to be single-minded, as well as simple-minded. They haven't evolved enough to be able to grasp the thinkers like her and I. So many people still live in the dark ages. I was telling her how I walked in on Jim and my parents praying for me. Praying? Really? I was so irked. They were praying I would find the right path, that my eyes would be opened, that I would find true peace. . . Peace. What a joke. Mom actually prayed that depression would be lifted off of me and that I would find the truth. I can't understand these people. I wanted to scream. Instead, I walked back out of the house and headed to my hairdressers. A new hair-do, a new outfit, and I'm right as rain.
Yesterday I tried to explain that to Jim, but all he did was give me that condescending look and tell me I really ought to pray and seek the Lord. I can't believe he got religion. What next? Things can't be that bad for him. If he starts preaching to me I'll get a restraining order on him. That's just what I will do. Oh, I am sick of all these ninny pinny people. Live and let live. That's my motto. I don't need any of that stuff. I am good. I am at peace. I have found myself. . . I am good. I am at peace. I have found myself. . . *Muffled crying* Right? I have. Haven't I?
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