Fading Daylight

Remember that sabbatical I mentioned? Didn't take it.

As a matter of fact, I've probably been around people more often since then, not less. In addition, trying to work with and through issues with Morgan continues to wear me down. He's not understanding - let alone accepting - of any point of view aside from his own. This much is clear from the "you're retarded" looks he gives me until I explain details that make logical sense to any human being.

Example: today, we went to visit his family for thanksgiving because my family is going to celebrate saturday leaving today free.

• You ready to go? This was 11:30AM. 
• Well it's lunchtime. Okay, but lunch time can be a 3-hour spread of time from 10:30-1:30 although it is traditionally noon.
• Um, no. Lunchtime is lunchtime. No, that is lunch time for you. What about the other people in the world... you know, the other 6.9 billion or so that have lunch at times other than noon exactly?
• Lunch is at 12. Dinner is at 6. That's in your world. In my world growing up, I had dinner at 8-9, not 6. Are you really trying to imply that I'm wrong just because I don't eat my lunch at a specific time? My lunch break is at 1PM at work. The industry standard has restaurants serving lunch menus at 10:30AM. Really?
• What are you upset about? I don't like talking to you about other people's perspectives because, unless I spell it out in alphabet soup, you act like they don't exist. No mam.

This was tacked onto an otherwise shitty morning of arguing with someone else about... well nothing of importance (a video game in this case). Not because of the subject, but because they went on a tirade talking about my "going full retard" without so much as a question about what I meant to make sure their understanding was clear.

I'm tired of this nonsense. It's just too much sometimes. Plus people being offended because I need time alone. "Why won't you talk to us?" "I try to hang out with you, but you never want to..."

I'm up at 6AM (6:20 to be precise), at work by 8:15, home by 7PM and I am to spend the remainder of my waking hours trying to hang out with people so they don't feel left out or secluded or else they judge me as antisocial.

Tired. Just tired. Really tired.

The visit went well (I got my academy award). Everyone remembered and welcomed me, I was polite and conversed with anyone that talked to me. Lots of chuckles, laughter, and talking about varying subjects. I managed to absorb, then reflect the mirth around me and I just became one of them for a while. I had a friend pick me up so Morgan could freely spend time with his family without worrying about me.

I don't know about so many things today, though.