Ok, I have a quick rant. I was actually reading this article on msn.com about how you should write everyday to get everything that's stressing you out off your mind so it doesn't lead to emotional eating. I don't really like to complain a lot about things that I can do something about, generally I just like to address them, but I think my head is going to explode.
First, I am so pissed off at my fiance. He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he has seriously been getting on my nerves being nit picky with me, overly sensitive and ludicrously ungrateful. 2 months ago him and his flaky friends decided they would get together every Saturday night to play this board game. It's pretty nerdy so I won't get into it, but I basically said fine, whatever. I of course was slightly miffed that he would commit the next I don't know how many Saturdays (which are the only real weekend day in my mind) to hanging out with his boys without even consulting me. I mean, couldn't they have taken a Friday or something? Anyway, I also partially didn't care because his friends are notoriously flaky and they've actually only gotten together 2 Saturdays out of the past 2 months. So whatever.
His best friend, who is not part of this Saturday group, had his birthday last Friday in Hollywood and we didn't end up going because I was deathly ill. I like this best friend a lot, unlike his other friends (who are all kind of dead beat guys, some of them trust fund babies, who don't really have manners and are kind of destructive bar guys). His best friend is a lot like him. College educated, getting his graduate degree, great job, financially successful, well mannered, etc. So I felt really bad we didn't go to his birthday.
I have a gallery opening on Saturday (I used to go to openings pretty often but pretty much stopped going after getting with my fiance because we would always have other plans on Saturdays) and I was really excited about it. I asked my fiance if he wanted to go and he agreed (I now know it's because he forgot about his standing Saturday appointment), and I offered to have his best friend come along and then take him out to dinner and drinks afterwards to make up for not going to his birthday party. He invited his friend and he was overjoyed.
This morning my fiance realized that he had double booked himself (which I don't even know why he's making a big deal, odds are his flaky friends weren't going to be getting together tomorrow night anyway) and started to blame it on me. Of course I got PISSED and said "Why is it my problem that you can't keep your own appointments?" He basically said he wasn't blaming me, but it was pretty apparent because he was upset that I had invited him out on a Saturday when I knew about his existing Saturday plans. After he realizes he's absolutely wrong he says "It's fine, I'll just tell them it's for my friend's birthday and invite them out too. I'm sure they'll love the free drinks at the opening."
Of course at this point I am LIVID. I wouldn't invite those guys (who I don't dislike or anything, in fact I think they're fun guys but I'm fully aware of their limitations) to a gallery opening! I mean, I actually want to be able to go back to this venue, it is one of the foremost acclaimed galleries in Orange County, do I really want to be blacklisted because he invites his friends who will obviously only be going to the show for free drinks?! Of course not! And where does he get off inviting his friends to MY event anyway? When we go out to Hermosa Beach and go bar hopping with his friends, I don't invite my friends unless specifically asked. Of course I tell him all of this and then he acts like I'm wrong by rejecting his simple request to bring his friends.
AUGH!!!
Ok, I'm a big fan of the 7 habits, and I understand that I have a choice in how to react to this. Of course I do. I can't control how incredibly inconsiderate a man can be sometimes, but I can control how I react. I'm sure there's also some way for me to change my behavior so that he'll naturally want to be less of a butthole, I'm going to have to think about this.
Now that I've completely vented, I'm going to go ahead and send him a well thought out email. One that doesn't involve calling him and inconsiderate self centered butthole. Wish me luck.