|Not sure what I did to deserve this...
||[Mar. 8th, 2006|02:12 pm]
|[||I'm not blue, I'm
When I woke up I had two missed calls from "unknown" on my phone (I turn in to vibrate when I'm sleeping, so I often sleep through it). I had two voice mails. I'm certain they were prank calls, but they seriously threw me back into middle school.
The first one said that it was Joe from my agency and that I'd need to come in to talk; that it might be painful, but that I was really going to have to have my teeth fixed because it was too hard for the headshot guys to have to look at me to take their pictures, and that if I could do anything else about being ugly I should.
The second said it was Joe again, and that he would sing me a song to say how much he loved me, but that instead he was on the crapper shitting on me.
Normally I would just shake my head and say that some people waste too much time and energy on being immature and petty, but for some reason unknown to me, this jerk got under my skin. The voice isn't familiar, but I can hear someone whispering and laughing in the background; I would imagine it's that person that knows me and not "Joe."
I'd like to think of myself as being a pretty okay person most of the time. I'd also like to think that I'm confident enough in myself to let something like this roll off my back, but you know what? They won this time; they succeeded in hurting me. Why???? I guess I am sensitive about my teeth, which I know is lame, but most everyone has one thing they wouldn't mind changing about their appearance, and that has always been mine. It bothers me that I'm upset by this....