You knew that things would be hard when you signed up to do both your job as a youth pastor and full time coursework. You accepted responsibility for all that might happen, and knew that it wasn’t good to make excuses.
Unfortunately, what happened was that you didn’t make excuses. You ended up not telling people what was going on, and continued to assume that they would automatically understand without knowing what was going on.
So you think that they’re being too hard on you? Why don’t you try and give them an explanation so that they will know what’s going on and be able to understand? You can’t assume that people will understand without knowing what’s going on. At least give us a chance.
Because right now, you’re not. We tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. But we didn’t know what was going on. All we saw were your new girlfriend’s status messages: “Eating breakfast with [your name] Eating lunch with [your name] Hanging out with [your name] Being with [your name] Loves [your name] ❤ [your name] Misses [your name”
All. The. Time.
So of course we assumed that all that stuff was what was going on. Of course. Why not? And it was. Everyone could see that.
So this morning I received a message from her, saying that I and other people did not understand you and were being too hard on you.
Give us a chance. You didn’t.
Things like friendship works both ways. We tried, oh yes we did. But you weren’t trying. I felt increasingly that you didn’t want to put enough effort. She said that you were hard to reach because you were working on finals.
But finals are not all the time, are they? You were hard to reach not just during finals but during the times when papers were due (all the time? I find that hard to believe). You were hard to reach when I was standing right in front of you asking you how things were and if you needed anything.
I don’t think it’s my fault. I don’t think it’s the coworkers’ fault, or the pastor’s fault (although he can be a pain in the butt. We know).
But to you, it was always my fault. It was everyone else’s fault. Not your own. Always everyone elses’ fault but your own. And that hurt me.
This whole issue of miscommunication has been going on for a while. I leave you to decide whose fault it really is.
Please… wake up. I don’t know if you can tell that you’re falling. But… you are.