One, I keep getting wrong number calls and texts. It started on the honeymoon. I got a wrong number phone call from some random guy. I told him it was a wrong number. He then continued to text me for an entire day, insisting that I knew him and he had met me at a party. I told him I don't go to parties, didn't know him, was on my honeymoon, and to leave me alone. He didn't. It got to the point that Mike had to answer the phone and threaten to call the police (namely his best friend who is a soon-to-be-full-fledged police officer) and report him for harassment. It was a miserable experience. Since then, I have gotten wrong number calls and texts at least once a week from all over the country. For the last two weeks, I've gotten at least two wrong number texts every day and at least one wrong number call every other day. It is infuriating. Most of the time I do not respond to them, but even when I do, they are from people who do not take 'You have the wrong number.' for an answer. They either don't believe me or want to talk, anyway. I will probably be changing my number on Monday, in spite of the fee. I cannot handle it, anymore. I don't know what to do about it. It's ridiculously stressful.
Two, I really don't like when you're trying to talk to someone over text and they just don't respond. That's been happening to me this past week and it's so aggravating. I guess I should expect it from the text medium and probably the people I'm talking to, but it still feels disrespectful. I mean, what if people just stopped mid-sentence, turned, and walked away from you? That kind of stuff doesn't fly in face-to-face life. It shouldn't elsewhere. To make matters worse, the conversation that bothered me today was something I've been stressing about for months. So, finally we start to talk and then like, two sentences in... nothing. I ended the "conversation" after three consecutive texts from me (all random prompts) and several silent hours with: "... 12 hours later." I guess if they find time to talk to me, they can figure it out. I'm still looking forward to having this long-awaited conversation, if it ever happens. Maybe I'm just too boring. I don't know. But, whatever.
I've got some stress from applying for the counseling program I want to get into, but it's not a very complicated application process... definitely not as complicated as some of my poor MFA friends are trying to tackle. But, it's my future and I want it so desperately. It'll happen, I know... I just want it to happen sooner rather than later. Fortunately, I seem to have a solid group of people willing to recommend me. Even my boss! That's really encouraging to me.
It's my weekend (it's convenient that it's the actual weekend, also), so I'm going to start enjoying it. :)
Just thought I'd put in a picture that looks how I feel right now... generally good, but kind of complicated in the details. Oh, and yes, I took this picture.
