Tawny the Rock Chick’s View on Uninvited

Normally I'm not one to notice much of what's going on outside my selfish circle of me-ness, however, I do have my moments of girlie, petty, bitter bitch face.

Allow me to explain; not getting invited to something really isn't legitimate cause for a cosmic meltdown but most of us women are mortally wounded when a friend leaves us out of anything organized and planned ahead.

I can honestly say that I just care very often about close to anything anyone else does, and I rarely notice if and when I haven't been invited to something.

But, there's always a but, at my big girl job not once but twice I not only noticed but actually got my feeling (cause I only have one) hurt as a direct result of not being invited to something.  I'm not one to roll up in someone's face and whine about their obvious oversight on the attendee list but I will admit to dialing up the heat on the inner monologue of profanities I was fantasizing about unleashing on their inconsiderate asses....  Then I had to take a step back and ask myself how many times I myself have, I'm sorry not sorry, left someone off the list of VIP's for an organized function of my own.  I feel I have a rock solid excuse however in the fact that as far as memory and brain function go....lets just say the connections that are suppose to fire off in my grey matter to help me remember things that aren't directly in my line of sight don't really nor have they ever functioned quite like they should.

I'm not sure where I was going with this other than to say out loud in a place where I cant be razzed about it later that I had a very "girl" moment this week....but I'm over it now, time to head home and stalk people on facebook for 4 hours.