I dont know how to name this but, there is something i would like to share and hear your opinions on this and give me some advices or w.e
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So, anyways, yestreday i was working and blabla, and these people who were sitting in my store (my yard) told everything to my parents what were i was doing.... drinking bear / having fun / trying to be friendly since its my store.... and these fucking losers brate, told everything to my parents.... Funny thing is, they even overacted everything while telling them.
So, this kind of shit is happening to me for like i dont know how much time and how many times... lets say like every time?
Like i go to the restoraunt or some shit or everywhere where i go, and all the people there are there, are all focused on me, one this one is telling me , dont do that... why did you this? Why did you do that? - Everybody is fucking coming to me and telling me why am i fucking doing things....?????
It happened so many times.... i could keep telling you stories about this.... and when my father told me about this, this' morning.... i was like so fucking mad that im not even sure what should i do anymore.... or w.e.... but after a few mins i pretended like it didnt even happened.
Please, give your opinion on this.
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So, anyways, yestreday i was working and blabla, and these people who were sitting in my store (my yard) told everything to my parents what were i was doing.... drinking bear / having fun / trying to be friendly since its my store.... and these fucking losers brate, told everything to my parents.... Funny thing is, they even overacted everything while telling them.
So, this kind of shit is happening to me for like i dont know how much time and how many times... lets say like every time?
Like i go to the restoraunt or some shit or everywhere where i go, and all the people there are there, are all focused on me, one this one is telling me , dont do that... why did you this? Why did you do that? - Everybody is fucking coming to me and telling me why am i fucking doing things....?????
It happened so many times.... i could keep telling you stories about this.... and when my father told me about this, this' morning.... i was like so fucking mad that im not even sure what should i do anymore.... or w.e.... but after a few mins i pretended like it didnt even happened.
Please, give your opinion on this.