"Get the fuck out... (!)"

Yup, that's how my visit to my dear friend at MDR ended yesterday. I mean, that wasn't the first time that happened... I'm sorta used to it now. The other time we got into a fight, I was the one who voluntarily stormed out. Now, I have never done that before, so that means it takes alot for me to just storm out like that. But yesterday was a bit different. So lets rewind from the beginning.

Yesterday started out as usual, but the weather was killing me. I think it's the fires up on the hills that are adding an extra 10 degrees to the temperature! So the whole day yesterday was 110 degrees. I do NOT do well with heat, so I was already a bit moody and just tired at work. Not only that, but my last hour at work, I was asked to do errands. So I was drivin around in that heat in traffic... and it was drivin me a bit nuts. But before that even happened, my MDR friend (lets just call him "C" since his name starts with a C) IMs me and tells me that he'd like me to come over and we can have lunch and all that. Problem was, I had my therapy right after work. So the whole time I was running errands for work,  I was trying to figure out how I can ditch therapy. When I got it all figured out, I call him and tell him that I'll be coming right after work and he replied with "perfect!" And little did I know... that it really wasn't going to be "perfect."

So I was all excited driving up there and dealing with NO traffic helped brighten up my day. Got to his place, he greeted me with his sweaty self ( he had just walked around the beach under the heat... yeah, how sexy) and got in his apartment. A little after that, we went to LA to this "Dim sum" place and "OMG" it was absolutely delicious. We got a whole bunch of food, I stole his fortune cookie (for some reason I believe in those), and he got some pork dim sum to go (he told me he freezes them and that next time I come over he'll have em for me). So we leave the restaurant and he gave me a little tour around the neighborhood. As we were doin that, I was text messaging *someone* and he got a little irritated. "Do you really have to be text messaging all the time? Don't you think that's a bit rude?" I apologize and told him I'll stop... so from then on, I knew something wrong was going to happen...

We get back to his place and I go to the bathroom. Once I get out of the bathroom, he has his camera pointed at me. Now, I hate people taking pictures of me... I just don't feel comfortable with that... and honestly I'm a bit self-conscious. So I run away from him and just put my head down on the sofa. He caught me and he was still tryin to get a picture of me... but I was still hiding myself... playfully. But he all of a sudden got serious and started callin me a "selfish, immature, bitch." So, I was WOWED. He started tellin me how he's the only one giving and giving and I'm the one not doing anything for him. I just could not believe how this whole thing started out with me refusing to get my picture taken. I was so overwhelmed at how fast his mood changed(s). Then he told me I either "get the fuck out" or have my picture taken. As I was grabbing my purse, he holds me back and told me "don't leave."

But to cut the story short, I left. And I left during rush hour, which I ended up driving on the freeway for an hour and a half. My mind was all over the place. I don't know whether to feel bad, or be in a "whatever" mood. I felt like it was a waste of my time to have driven there... even though he gave me $40 for gas. So technically... I didn't really waste anything... but maybe time. I guess what bothered me the most is him getting angry like that all of a sudden and when he gets mad, he says very harsh things to me... and ofcourse that hurts! But in the end, I end up thinking if those things he tells me are in fact true. Am I really a "selfish, immature, bitch"?