Saturday, March 24, 2012
I say hello with a cracked expression, was that a smile? I think "avoid eye contact next time". Ugh, this is painful! You speak of fighting and cheating and new residences and as I'm listening to your horrible life I'm reminded just how much I dislike you. You act like we are friends because we are associated through our common rabble, but, I know you hate me. I'm not sure why. I don't care all that much, but I do wonder why you bother. You talk about him. He is this and he is that; from the moment I met you. You know he flirted with me once? You say you caught him chatting with fat girls online --- hmmm, that must be why. It all makes sense now. I know you think I'm a fat girl. You know I flirted back? (because I so totally respect you) "If that's what he wants why would he be with this" you say gesturing to your new boobs. Yeah, I think you do know. (Keep your enemies closer).
What do I have that you don't? Why would your husband prefer me?
I understand that you aren't happy. How could someone so self absorbed, someone who trash talks (even her best friend) be a happy person?
I'm scanning the room now, looking for an opening, a way out, I've got to get out! The air is getting hotter (you're blowing a lot of it). The walls are closing in and I need a drink. Hey it was great seeing you, the pain in my face is back and I don't hide it. Let me know how it turns out, and when you've broken up for good, give him my number.
One of my friends says I don't have very good people skills, my Mother says I'm not very tolerant, I say I'm honest. If I don't like you, it's very easy to read.
I consider that a man's brain (I'll say life here) originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber (people) of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge (joy) which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it.
And now you all know just how Cat-like I can be.
I wrote the above after a very frustrating night with a woman I have a very hard time with. She is married to a very attractive man, I don't think she is pretty, or nice, or affectionate, or nice, or a descent person, or nice... at all!!!!! She has a super hot body though. Especially with those extremely large new fake boobies. It's women like this that make me truly annoyed with their husbands.
Here is my problem. The majority (I'd say all, but it sounds so dramatic) of men that are interested in me these days, are MARRIED. They look at what they've got at home and then they look at me and wish they hadn't been so stupid and why oh why didn't I wait for someone so wonderful as you? So this is why the wives hate me and I very rarely have any married girlfriends. (The ones I do have are just as amazing as I am and so they are secure in their relationships). And this is why I'm continuing to lose faith in the male species. Gosh Mr., I know I'm pretty cool, I have real boobs and a little bit of fat, and I'm smart and I'm kind, and I'm patient, and yes you ARE an idiot. So no matter how attractive you are, you are still super stupid. I'm looking for an equal, get lost!
So, the Sherlock quote- I make it a point to avoid people that suck my life force with their negativity. The above person is a very good example of an emotional vampire, and although I give everyone a chance to show me their good points, there comes a point when you have to start wearing garlic. I've reached it with her, obviously.
I don't waste a lot of time in the shallows, deep is were I dwell and all those who prefer the murk are welcome to join me.