What did I do?

What do they think I did?

Over the last year I have discovered that people from my past suddenly don’t like me. I don’t usually let what people think concern me, but when it affects me it is a huge problem. I could have not had contact with them for years or just months but for some reason they have gone from a friend to well, not a friend, to put it lightly.

The people who I couldn’t care less about are most people I have grown apart from. If they suddenly have an issue, its for them to deal with, I have things to do. One person called me a, and I quote, “fat loser” just out of the blue. I used to be her friend, we even had inside jokes. But then about three months after our last interaction, “fat loser” happened. I don’t know why. I am 6,6ft and 13 stone. Anyone who knows me is most likely to describe me as tall, lanky and skinny. So not only was it random, it was a meaningless insult. So I just put that behind me.

However when it matters is when it is someone in a position to hold me back. Oh, and you best believe they will be petty enough to do it. Once again I just want to reiterate I have no idea why this person has decided to treat me like this. So my old college tutor. Anyone who has done student finance knows you need a countersignature. It is a very specific list of people who can sign it and your teacher is one. So I ask him. He agrees. I give him the form. Then nothing happens.

This is where I am emotionally affected. I go into a rage quicker than your kettle boils. I remind him over and over and still nothing. I keep being polite. I am practically begging. Still nothing. He is just toying with me. How do I know this? Its not the first time he has done it. My UCAS reference. He agreed. Months passed. I had to search frantically for someone else and try to get UCAS to agree. It took five months. So I know now for whatever stupid reason he has in his petty little mind, he doesn’t like me and he is willing to stop my education in its tracks because of it.

He is not the only petty, lazy, nasty person I have had the pleasure of knowing recently who has had the power to affect me but I am writing this because the last time myself and any one of these people had a face to face interaction they were nice. Now not so much. Nothing happened in between so I guess the question is, “What did I do?” Or even better considering I know I have done nothing, “What do they think I did?”

I guess I will never know, and to be honest I don’t care. I will always find a way to do what I need to. I just think, I am working class, so are the majority of these people. The UK doesn’t particularly like us and things are hard enough as it is. We should be working together not creating drama out of nothing. But you do you and imma do me.

This is a picture from a museum in Blackburn that makes me laugh endlessly. From now on this is how I will deal with these people. I kinda wish I actually knew what the painting means. I think its little red riding hood all grown up. Who she is ignoring is anyones guess, maybe the woodcutter is still overprotective after, “the incident”. Maybe its a fan asking for a picture. Maybe its twitter saying #dicksoutforbigbadwolf. I guess we will never know.