Ignorance is someone else’s pain-in-the-ass

"TF shared a link!" I stumble across, while browsing down my ex’s wall after replying to his invite to see his new band tonight downtown. Interestingly enough, this shared link happens to bear the same name as our old band…a name I came up with, by the way. I anxiously click on the link to hear the polished versions of the CD he, our asshole guitarist who irrationally hates me, and I came up with years ago. The mixes were great and the keys (my addition) were actually even in the mix for once. I am about to nod my approval when I realize a disturbing "typo" on the header. "By: T and P". In complete shock, I realize that this "typo" has occured throughout the entire page, at any mention of musical contribution. I am absolutely floored by this. Yes, T and I broke up and it wasn’t very pretty…as we lived together and spent 2 years loving each other. I don’t hold the nasty things he said against me, as I said a fair share of my own. Emotions do that to you. Since then, we’ve held plenty of decent, if not brief, conversations. The guitarist….well, he’s just plain crazy. He also whole-heartedly hates me for asking him to contribute to the deposit when he took over my half of the lease. Remember that  "irrational" adjective…yeah…

So, drama? Ohhhh yeah. But does drama mean I suddenly don’t count as part of a trio of musicians who created an album? I don’t think so. T knows better than to have let this happen. I’m furious with both of them. They literally just claimed years of my work without a second thought…I’ve asked T to remove my parts or give me credit. What the hell??? The two of them are a mess but they’re not stupid…

So there’s that nagging away at my nerves and there’s crazy "I’m gonna hire an attorney" parent who hates me, even though she’s never actually had a single conversation with me about her child. Thankfully, I only have her for 30 minutes of the day during our science time. Her homeroom teacher is a trooper for putting up with this She-Mom. She has flat out refused to let us discipline her child. Seriously. The kid punched, pushed, and slapped 2 girls in the face on the playground yesterday and yet, we are monsters for giving her a consequence. It’s like this every single day. The daily stories of how insanely crazy this woman is and what a serious bitch she is has gotten into my blood. I go to work wanting to punch her in the face on a regular basis…not exactly the best start to a day.

And then there’s my other good friend’s girlfriend, who has landed herself a felon sentence for a DWI she didn’t commit because she didn’t share important details like the fact that she is deaf in one ear and couldn’t hear all of the cops’ instructions…or the fact that it was about 30 degrees outside and she was forced to walk lines for an hour. Despite the video proof that she passed, and the refusal to give her a breathalizer, she was hauled off to jail for the night because she started shaking…from the fucking cold. But she didn’t share this either! And yesterday, she was convicted. My friend is beside herself because she, of course, wants her girlfriend to have a life, which she won’t now. But the girl refuses to be anything but a defeatist. It’s absolutely heartbreaking to watch….how can she win a case if she doesn’t give her lawyers information that can help her?

Needless to say, I’m seriously thinking of starting a kickboxing class. Issues of justice are my hot spot and I’m getting bombarded this month…

Not to mention, I desperately want to go have a drink with my best friend and vent…but he’s still dead. And I’m reminded of this about 5 million times a day…