You're Out

I'm the umpire of my life. If I say you're out, you are out.

Am I being immature about this? Sure. Maybe it's even a little "shady." But that is hardly the word for this kind of a situation. Every time I am faced with interaction or anything that deals with what happened, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Can you blame me for wanting that out of my life? I guess I'm being a coward about this..not confronting the situation like I should. Honestly, I kind of did. Just not completely.

I'll lie and I'll cheat and I'll resort to some shady ways. But I am loyal and I would never dare hurt one of my friends or do something retarded. For the past many years, I believe I have proved my loyalty and worthiness through tough situations and always giving the benefit of the doubt. However, when the tables were turned, I wasn't even given one simple courtesy: telling me that I had done something wrong. Still, in my eyes, in my logical and common sense (which, I have to say, IS very logical and common!), all I did was act in fairness and validity.

I treat others the way I would like to be treated. But in one network of friends, the favor has never returned. And when this sentiment had actually been given life..I am not a doormat. My loyalty and trust are easy to gain and maintain. But screw me over and things will never be the same.


"Forgive and forget." I may seem like I've forgotten it, but make no mistake. I do not forgive.



I'm still hurting. Believe me, I've only felt this hurt, maybe, once in my life that I can remember (which was only summer/fall 2009, actually). And what's worse - this feels worse than that one time.

I am my own umpire and my life is my own playing field. The only difference between my life and a baseball game is that there is only one inning. Once you're out and off the field, you stay out and off the field.