Buying my OWN drinks!

Yesterday I was at the bar. The bartender says that guy is sending you over a drink. My face must have looked like this :>o <--- Yes just like that! The "in shock" face. I even made the bartender repeat himself. That guy over there wants to buy a drink for you and your friend. WoW! It is true!

Turns out we wound up knowing the guy from the last time we were there. I told the Realist that I guess we have to go over there now to thank him. Her response: "Ugh!" Just like I was feeling, but I wanted to be polite. We invited the guy to sit next to us. We had good seats in the middle of the bar. Nope, this weirdo wants to sit all the way in the corner of the bar. As far away from civilization as possible. Really buddy. This $11 pitcher is not worth my time.

Here is his therapy session, in which the Realist counseled him for an hour pro bono!

1. Complains about his ex wife or baby momma.
2. How she wasn't ready for children.
3. How abortion is a good thing sometimes.
4. How you should love a guy when he is not making money and love him when times are good. It's not all about the money.
5. "I have an I-phone because I'm an artist." 

The Realist's diagnosis: Chronic Complaining.

You know classic rambling type stuff that goes on for hours! Way too annoying! Honestly, when people ramble like that I feel myself powering down. I'm moving to stand-by mode. Standing by until your ass says something interesting.

That is why I need to not accept drinks from others. I feel like I have to talk to them and thank them for the drink. It feels like the nice thing to do. Ugh! Please just let me buy my own. Thank You! Lesson learned!

<3 Disbeliever disbelieving 24/7