I think everything Is my fault when it probably isn’t. Most stuff, at least.
This morning I woke up early to attend field work. Jess, my carpool, never texted me to come to the parking lot when she was outside (per usual). I thought, maybe she over slept? I texted her about ten minutes later asking where she was. She responded quite nastily, by blaming it on me.
She broke two phones in the past week and didn’t have my number. She waited for me outside for 5 minutes just incase I thought to come out. I should have “touched base with her” because we haven’t had field work in a few weeks.
I franticly apologized, because that’s the kind of person I am. I don’t think twice about taking the blame, I just hate when things get ugly.
I probably should have told her to f*** off and touch base with ME if SHE’S the one who didn’t have my number. Because how was I suppose to know that? We had class yesterday or she could have sent me a Facebook message.
Either way, I need to stop blaming myself for these kind of things and start standing up for myself. Not everything is my fault.