Being a Confidante

So, I'm a confidante, to a lot of people. And really, I don't mind it.

But then when I start getting dragged into stupid drama that I really don't care about, that's when it's a problem. Go ahead, talk to me about boys, crappy family life, and other such things. I can handle that. But when you start using me as an excuse for poor behavior.... that's an issue.

(This is happening in my life, if you couldn't tell.)

Cause really, I don't care about half the stuff I hear. I mean, I always like to hear about love, and I feel sorry for people who have sucky lives, but I'm there to listen. So go ahead and tell me these things! I'll probably nod a lot and say, 'yup.' Or 'Oh my goodness!'

I hate it a lot. I'm going to make a movie about it or something. Especially when random people start getting mad at me for listening to someone share their feelings. And yeah, if someone asks me, I will tell them that I talked to you. Will I tell them what it's about? Probably not. Not if you've told me not to.

In this case there is this feud between two people. And they each tell me how they feel. And standing from the outside, I see faults on both sides. But when I'm listening it seems like I am on the side of the person talking. I'm not taking sides.

I get approached today and told that I told someone else something about another person which that person then told another and then it looped back around in a confusing circle of twisty-ness.

Really, what happened, is one talked to me. And then the other talked to me. And the second asked what the first thought. And I said, "From what I can tell, they feel targeted." And then the first asked me what the other thought and I said, "They feel like you are being untruthful."

Is that bad? Cause I told the truth. And I followed it by saying that if they really want to work it out just go talk to eachother instead of using me as a messenger. And that I wouldn't do it anymore.

So maybe I didn't do the best thing. But I did what seemed the best at the time.

But this turned into bulimia rumors and me being a pernicious meany.

What the heck??

And this, exactly this, is the main reason why I am so ready to not be in high school.

On a happier note, I got my haircut, and it's really cute.

Signing out,
Mandie