Thursday, July 7, 2011

Why?

I ask myself every day why I didn't just put up with the job shortage back home. Yeah. Seeing the universe is great. We've been to ten colonial planets and two already-been-colonized for awhile planets and I still get pushed around. Basically, the only change is that the people who beat me up know my name.

Most people back home know that I'm not automatically comfortable with people I don't know. Weird, huh? Obviously, I should go up to strangers and automatically be best friends with them. Not that I know anything about what they like, or who they are. Who cares about that? Ha ha, right.

I don't get anyone who does this with me. It's being a jerk. Relationships have to be built from the ground up. They're not automatic. People are just asking for me to be sarcastic when they do it with me. Oh, they don't like that? Tough luck, ladies.

That's why I don't have any friends on this ship. Everyone here has decided to speed up the relationship process or not have it at all. I'm totally cool with the ignoring someone thing, but the other one stinks. Where's the medium between both? They say they want to know who I am, but it's not like they've really tried.

That just leaves me frustrated, orbitting above the Gerver Satellite and using their wi-fi. So, want some advice? Don't go touring the universe unless you're ready to get buddy-buddy really fast with everyone on your ship. If you are, you'll have two hundred best friends, but if you're not, you won't have any.

-Terry S.