*ShUt uP*

Ok that may be a bit harsh and taking it a bit far, but sometimes I really do feel like doing that to someone, ( at least with a stick just to bother them ).

There are certain things that really get to me, some are reasonable some I am not sure. One of those things is when someone talks about me with someone else. I don't necessarily mean gossip, I mean we all hate that, I mean just talking about me in general.

Let me get more specific. The roommate likes to talk, and I mean he likes to talk the way a "woman" likes to talk, more specifically he likes to talk about me to his very "opinionated and nosy" mother. Generally I don't care but there is one topic that I have told him is off limits and that is my panic/anxiety disorder. I do not like anyone talking about that. I know it sound perhaps a bit over dramatic but I just don't it is very personal to me and if I want someone to know about it, I will let them know, but no one else will.

I believe we each have sore spots, topics and things about our lives we don't like others discussing behind our backs, even if it is "innocent" chatter. Broken marriages, miscarriages, failed goals, etc. we just don't like to talk about it much less have others dissipate the news like hot bread...

Now I have made this very clear to everyone I know, but especially the roommate.

About two days ago I was just waking up from a good nap when I heard whispering in the living room. I made my way to the bathroom and I could hear him in the living room talking on the phone. All of the sudden he was whispering, I got close to the bathroom door only hear him talking about me to his mother, about what? Well my anxiety of course. I tried to stay calm but I was just beyond pissed, it was like an immediate reaction to be mad, and feel betrayed.

I think that what hurts even more is the fact that I know that lady does not GIVE A FU**!

She could care less if I was in the ER dying of anxiety...all she wants is to be nosy and judgemental. They just love to sit and talk shit and judge me.

Oh I must be crazy.

Oh I must be lazy.

I must be faking.

I HATE it!

Needless to say it started of that day on a bad note and I was pissed off just about the whole day, even though I gave him a piece of my mind, and I told him I NEVER again want to hear him talking about me at all. If she is so interested in knowing how I am doing she can CALL ME! You do have my number.

Oh and FYI ROOMIE! If what you were doing was not wrong then why did you feel the need to lower your voice and whisper as if it were a crime or you were hiding something???

Oh yeah because YOU WERE!!

Sorry I am done with my rant. Hope you are all having a lovely week. The weekend is almost here!!