This is a post dedicated to the most-whatsoever-guy who bothers my life recently. I will be so open to everyone in this post. Anything!
Dear the-C-guy
Hello guy. We met for the very first time in sch ool club. You were the vice president, handling everything~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ on president's behalf. I respected you at the first place. This tea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~m discussed a lot about this club's future in a few months ahead, ~~~~~~~~~~~and I discovered that you're ~~~~~~~~~~~~not a good team player, frankly. I jus~~~~~~~~~~~~~t gave ideas and suggestions based on what Holy Spirit told me.
One night, I was arriving at my room late. It was 11pm++. As usual,`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pu t my pho ne on my table, ignori ng my phone because no one w~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ould bother to ring me. You sent me a thank-you message at that late night. I took it as a normal mess age. Actua~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~lly, receiving a la te nigh t me ss age is r idi~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~cul ous fo r me.
The next few weeks after your thank-you mess~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~age was the assign ment week. Yeah, you told me to creat~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~e my presentation slides to be presented in lecture theatre to members. I had replied your email a few seconds after I received it. I didn't want to procrastinate in replying email, b ec~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ause I hate to forget. Since then, you blew up my phone day and nig ht, forc ing me to finish it before the deadline. CRAZY?
Next, I don't need you to come to my cla ss after lecture, finding th at I'm alone without anyone watching over us. I loat he it to the max. I get my self alone to finish my assignment, okay? I don't need someone to come and to cha t with me (f or hours) while I'm doing my st ressful assignment. I'm lite rally tired, like OH-SO-TIRED-Lord. You cam e to me and asked m y religion.
'Irene, are you a Christian?'
'Hmm? Why?'
'Because you said that you went to Bible study and stuffs when you were not able to attend meeting'
'Oh, yeah, I am'
'amen'
WHAT? Amen because I'm a Christian? What's your point, guy?
I gave him a ridiculous look.
A few days ago, you held club meeting, telling us on the very last minute. I came to meeting, and why are you so caring to me?
'Irene, why so sien? Sick?'
What sia? I was soooooooooooooooooooo tired of ministry, get it?
Guy, I don't need you to blow my phone whenever assignment week is there. I don't need you to ask my condition. I don't need you to text me from day to night, 24/7. I don't need you to know my private life. I don't need you to know my life story. I don't need you to like me. This relationship is professional, limited only at club meeting during school time. If you're not being professional enough, fine, I quit from your club. I don't want to cooperate with another pervert in my life. Okay, please?
I AM SORRY, GUY
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- Other relationships than church, CG, and family are listed under professional relationship.
- No communication after working time, during weekends and holiday.
- Communication is limited only via office email and office number.
- No rights reserved for private phone number, private email address, Facebook account and other personal accounts.
I hope your crush towards me doesn't shut your eyes for a long time. I have my own crush already. Okay, thanks, bye.
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