Wanna know a secret?

Whenever I hear or read something negative written by someone I know that is directed toward an undisclosed person, I worry that it is about me.
Am I the only one that does that?
Do I experience this due to a history of some of the most important people in my life suddenly losing interest?
Does it come from a sudden and late-in-the-game realization on the other's part that I'm just human, and generously flawed?
Or do I just hang out with too many poetic friends that like to create, share, and vent?
This goes back to the post about poetic people telling you what they really think without telling you...
And they're probably not telling me in particular...
But I always think that they are.
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Teaching bit.
There was a cheer competition at the MAC.
It was a gong-show.
My students had to wade through crowds to find the room that I had been relocated to.
Half my studio never showed up.
Some were in the competition.
One was at a UK game.
One quit.
One was sick.
A few said they were coming but never made it.
I wonder if they got trampled by the crowd...
The frustrating part is that NONE of them called me to say they wouldn't be there. I had to track them all down or find out by suddenly having wasted time on my hands, that they weren't coming.

Better luck next time, old friend.
-UnluckyNess

P.S. On a side note, either Kelly Clarkson was at the cheer competition, or her long-lost twin.