It's the last day, but I feel really bad and guilty. I think because of my fiasco a lot of the people in the group got anxious for me (which is nice that they care) but now a lot of people are playing the blame game. Some are blaming my guide for not literally dragging me out of the hospital, others are mad that the first few people didn't freak at the front desk to call marks room in the first place.
I know it's because they were worried, but I hate people fighting or just being cheesed at each other. I'm ok now. I'm happy. There's no need to fight or be upset. I tried to calm some people down, but I think once they've decided who to blame they won't change their minds (in the end none of them were there for the whole thing; it was my situation. Yet no one is asking for my opinion or what I think)
It's ok though. It's not like they're getting super mad, but there's tension.
Sorry for another little rant thingy. It's just nice to say how I feel.
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