Why?

I just got back from what should have been a wonderful evening of music by one of my faves, Howie Day. But nooooooo. Who decides not to show up, and not even a phone call or a text message? Hmm, let's give you one good guess. That's right. A! I seriously waited at the Rockville metro station for an hour and 15 minutes. Then at 10pm, when we should've been at the concert at around 9:30 (since the club IS named that) I stayed a little longer in hopes that I would hear from her. Yeah, tough shit. No nothing. I called her a billion times, left her a million txt messages. NOTHING. I finally decided to leave at 10 since by the time we leave (that's IF we leave at 10) we'll have missed most of the show. So what's the point?

So now tell me. Am I just a glutton for punishment? Shouldn't have I learned my lesson? I guess, as one of my endearing qualities is that I give people as many chances as possible. But to what end? Really now. I get pissed off and then what? I wonder though, will I get an apology tomorrow or will it be a cock-a-mimed excuse -- one after the other. I won't be surprised if sometime, I'd be blamed for leaving or something absurd like that.

It makes me wonder now about me. Am I being too nice? Am I being too patient? Should I draw the line? What should I do? I care dearly for my friend but come on now. I can only take so much slap on the face and stab at the back, until I just hate them truly. I don't know what it is. Anyway, I'll play my guitar. Wishing I was in the midst of all the people at the crowded club listening to a wonderful singer/song writer that I wish and pray one day to be. Until then, I'll continue to learn and grow. But hoping that it will not to my expense.