"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
13 December 2008
Allow me to tell a story about what happened to me this weekend. On Thursday I spent some time with a boy, who we will call for all intensive purposes, Bucephelus. We spent some time talking at his apartment and then his roommates decided they wanted to go to the hot tub at our apartment complex, and I was invited, so I went along. It was a lot of fun talking and the hot tub felt great because it was FREEZING outside!!! On the way back to our respective apartments Bucephelus and I made plans to go to the movies on Saturday and catch a matinee showing of Australia. He said that he would call me sometime on Friday to finalize plans. Around 10:30pm on Friday night I realized that Bucephelus hadn't called me yet, so I gave him a call. He then told me that he wanted to go to the dollar theater instead because he had just been out with friends and spent $30. I said that was fine, and asked what time we were to go. He said that we would go around 7pm on Saturday evening. That was ok with me, but just a quick tidbit about myself: When going on a date I like to have a set plan, and do not appreciate last minute changes to the itinerary. On Saturday I woke up at a reasonable hour and diligently did my homework and studying for finals for the day in order to allow myself to have a fun evening. Bucephelus called around 5pm and said that he didn't want to go to the movies anymore because some of his friends wanted to go to SLC to see the lights at Temple Square, and he wanted to know if I wanted to come with him. I agreed, but was not too happy about it because it was a rather last minute change of plans, and it just irks me when people do that. Then Bucephelus said that he would talk to his friends, find out the details, and then call me back and fill me in. He never called me back.
Call me harsh, but he has absolutely no more chances of ever going on a date with me. When someone stands me up that's it. Adios muchacho. No soup for you! Come back....well, never. I will not, under any circumstances endure being treated like that. It moreso hurts my pride more than anything. I spent time out of my day getting ready for a fun evening, only to be left at my apartment watching tv, wondering why my phone never rang. Bucephelus has no idea who he's messing with. I don't tolerate those kind of games. I honestly wonder what goes through people's minds when they stand people up. Do they sit there and consiously think about it, or do they truthfully forget? I wouldn't know. I've never stood someone up. I was taught better than that. I was always taught that if you make plans, you keep what you originally have planned, and follow through with them unless you are knocking on death's door. I was taught to keep my word and go through with plans even if I didn't particularly care for the person or wasn't excited about it simply because I gave that person my word.
In the immortal words of Seinfeld: Elaine: "I'll never understand people." Jerry: "They're the worst".