Oh let's see, who shall be the subject of my rightful wrath today? There are just so many people, who pretended to be our friends, who told us to call them if we needed any help, who turned around and stabbed us in the back. Most of them were in a social group we used to be in, who felt their little shithouse threatened when we had the nerve to stand up and say that we didn't like what the self-appointed leader of this group was doing. It's amazing when you have social deviants, they will protect their sanctuary at all costs. They think they are such mavericks, such rebels, bucking the "normalcy" of society and its rules. Yet within their own group they have no individuality and refuse to question the status quo that so pisses them off about mainstream society. It's a sad irony that's laughable on so many points. A social group made up of lies and manipulation is better, to them, than having to live without a social group of like-minded people. So they're willing to suddenly not have minds of their own just so they have a place to go and play and "be themselves." Yet they aren't being themselves because they're all alike - they won't rock the boat or state an opinion for fear of losing the one place they can go. It is such a lie and a joke. And these are the fucked in the head losers who deign to tell us that we aren't supporting the "scene," and threaten to beat up my husband in dark alleys.
It was sure an eye-opener to us when we stated our dissatisfaction with how things were being "run" by the little cunt who was leading everyone around by the nose. We'd heard others grumbling about her, but we were the ones who stood up and complained. Do you think our so-called friends would stand by us? Hell no. I'm quite pissed off that we wasted time on any of these low-lifes. Not only are they afraid to stand up for what they claim to believe, they have no integrity, no loyalty, no individuality. It was a complete waste of time, and I'm glad that we found out the caliber of "friends" that we had.
There was a time in my life that I had a gut feeling that I really couldn't trust anyone and I was better off keeping things to myself and having very few friends. I loosened up a bit and reached out, and this is what happened. I was right all along - there is no point in expending emotional effort on very many people. There are a handful whom we still call friends, but even some of those are a bit suspect in my book. I don't tell personal details about myself and our life to very many people. Why waste my time? Experience shows that, overall, people only want to get to know you to see what they can get from you. I'm not talking about money or tangible things. People want someone to listen to them, someone they can lean on emotionally, or use emotionally. We were older than a lot of our friends, and we were like their "cool" parents. We served as anchors of safety and sanity - until we dared speak our minds. We were used. I won't ever be duped again.
My husband is more forgiving, and more willing to let some of these idiots back into our life. Not me. I have no interest in socializing with people who wouldn't stand by us. Fuck them. I'd just as soon see them all burn in hell. My time is precious and valuable. I'm not giving it to them. Being alone or with my husband is much more worthwhile. I know he's been wanting to have a social circle again, and I'm okay with that as long as it doesn't include anyone who's fucked us over. Some of these losers still try to pretend to be our friends. Fuck that.
So I guess you could say at the bottom of my deep disgust and disdain for all these people who piss me off is a feeling of having been betrayed, and a feeling of self-loathing for letting them screw us over. I feel I should have seen what sort of shallow cowards they all were.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
former friends, lifelong assholes
It's been so long since we talked to or had anything to do with a group of former friends that I don't give them much thought anymore. However, every now and then one of their unwashed carcasses crosses our path literally or online, and I get pissed off all over again. When I'm online, I really love reading that they are sick or depressed or have had some calamity befall them. Yeah, I'm a bitch. I like seeing people I hate get fucked over by life. Because they fucked us over, and as far as I'm concerned, it's the righting of the balance.
My husband has end stage renal disease and we are currently training for home hemodialysis. He's been through hell the last six months or so. And when I read that Trina the fat cunt is whining about her knees, her headaches, blah blah de fucking blah, it just makes me gag. This whore thinks her life is so miserable and bitches about it just to attention-whore. She has no idea what real health problems are like, despite the fact that she used to weigh about 400 pounds and had bariatric surgery. She's lost a lot of weight but she's got all that nasty skin hanging off her, and she has to eat just the right things or she'll fuck up her stomach. I love it when I read that she overdid something and is suffering for it. Stupid cunt. She actually said that my husband deserves all the health problems he has because he is an asshole. My husband. Who used to consider her a friend. Who, when we owned a small shop, bought her shitty, amateurish art from her just so she could have a few extra dollars. Who, when we saw her at the bar, would buy her a drink because she was broke, never expecting it to be paid back. Who listened to her bitch and moan about other friends by whom she was being taken advantage of. This person says he's an asshole and deserves to be sick.
Is it any wonder that I hate this cunt and revel in her every misery? Oh, and I love it when she whines about being broke. She actually found some goober to marry her a couple of years ago but apparently he doesn't make enough money to feed her, clothe her, and buy all the color crayons and construction paper for her 'art' projects. So she whines about being broke. Yeah, this guy is the picture you see when you look up the word "dullard" in the dictionary. That, and "oaf." He ain't the brightest bulb in the box, but then neither is she. I guess in that sense, they are perfect for each other, lol.
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