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(Inspired by...well...recent dickery. I am not addressing any especial 'you' here, but rather--a series of past dysfunctional relationships with people who turned out to be less cool than I thought. I found a few relics of one such friendship around mom and dad's house this morning, and felt the need to kvetch, so here it is.)
( begin rant )
Anyway.
So now you have YET ANOTHER LOOK INTO THE SCARY DRAGON-OCCUPIED DEPTHS OF MY PSYCHE and you came out mostly unscathed, so celebrate with your beverage of choice. XD
The story behind this rant is such: in high school I had a friend whom I shall call for my purposes Jay Elle because it makes her sound kryptonian and that's funny. She had a tricky family life and was depressed. Unfortunately she was also a pass-agg jerk a lot. I remained friends with her up until university despite the fact that she was often an ass to me (a lot of assery flew over my head or I thought I asked for it), and she was systematically detonating friendships left and right for tiny slights, and clinging to me whilst insulting me and "testing" my loyalty.
Then everything changed when I got therapy and got medication. She started to trash me "jokingly" for that and call me a sellout et cetera, and she backhandedly tried to fuck up my relationship with my then-fiance. Fiance's BFF caught her in the act and let both of us know, and I phased her out of my life. Which was easy, since I was the one doing all the work anyway.
Fast forward to me being 30 and she's FoaFs with a few Facebook friends and trying to message me with halfass apologies for wrongs she don't know she done blah blah and oh look she's made up a new friend who is just like me only BETTER whom she cannot shut up about...
So I blocked her. Killfile says PLONK.
I don't know why I dealt with her douchery for as long as I did, but now I don't. Alas, finding passed notes from high school in old notebooks can unearth memories bigtime. ^^;
( begin rant )
Anyway.
So now you have YET ANOTHER LOOK INTO THE SCARY DRAGON-OCCUPIED DEPTHS OF MY PSYCHE and you came out mostly unscathed, so celebrate with your beverage of choice. XD
The story behind this rant is such: in high school I had a friend whom I shall call for my purposes Jay Elle because it makes her sound kryptonian and that's funny. She had a tricky family life and was depressed. Unfortunately she was also a pass-agg jerk a lot. I remained friends with her up until university despite the fact that she was often an ass to me (a lot of assery flew over my head or I thought I asked for it), and she was systematically detonating friendships left and right for tiny slights, and clinging to me whilst insulting me and "testing" my loyalty.
Then everything changed when I got therapy and got medication. She started to trash me "jokingly" for that and call me a sellout et cetera, and she backhandedly tried to fuck up my relationship with my then-fiance. Fiance's BFF caught her in the act and let both of us know, and I phased her out of my life. Which was easy, since I was the one doing all the work anyway.
Fast forward to me being 30 and she's FoaFs with a few Facebook friends and trying to message me with halfass apologies for wrongs she don't know she done blah blah and oh look she's made up a new friend who is just like me only BETTER whom she cannot shut up about...
So I blocked her. Killfile says PLONK.
I don't know why I dealt with her douchery for as long as I did, but now I don't. Alas, finding passed notes from high school in old notebooks can unearth memories bigtime. ^^;
