Marching Band is going to suck mega balls 2011-2012.
Not to be a negative Nancy or anything, but honestly. Two classes that I’m supposed to enjoy by default… I’m dreading like the plague. But, I suppose I can just overlook that the social aspect has gone to hell. It’ll be easy to ignore the fact the band is tiny and the show is pathetically easy. I have hardly even noticed that the candidates who are most likely to be chosen for drum major are anything but respectable drum major material. I guess ignoring that the easy music guarantees me a season of mind-numbing exercises to enjoy with my favorite members of the pit will be a piece of cake as well.
It’s my fault that it happened at all; I can’t blame them for my mistake.
Me and my big mouth.
Small betrayals, massive ones.
They’re all the same in the end.
People don’t respect the trust I’ve delicately placed in their hands.
They don’t respect me, plain and simple, conscious or subconscious.
They don’t understand that no matter what, their words always come back to me.
Every time they betray it, a little bit of trust is chipped off and thrown into doubt and resentment.
So think. If I don’t trust you, you’ve given me legitimate reasons- over and over again-not to trust you. Don’t ask for it back. Trust is something earned, not given.
But this time, I’m consciously refusing you the chance to earn it back, simply because I’m tired of having trust thrown back into my face. No longer will I be taken for granted. I am passive-agressive-severely aggressive, and this is one of the few instances you may ever be subjected to the super aggressive.
If we come into contact, I swear I won’t be bitchy or overdramatic. If you tell me a silly joke, I’ll laugh if it’s worthy of laughter. If you need advice, chances are, I’ll give it to you.
It’ll be like nothing’s ever happened.
But don’t ask for and don’t try to earn back your previous status of trustworthiness. Any shred of trust I had for you is gone. That’s reality. Live with your mistake, and let the lack of a second chance be a hollow reminder of a lesson learned. Remember it the next time you’re presented with an opportunity to betray someone.