This weekend I found out that there are certain people out there who are very good at bullshitting their way through life. It took me a few years to figure it out but now I know. I'm sure I found out by accident, but it doesn't really matter. The one thing I don't get is why? Why would you go out of your way to find one of my good friends to bitch to about me? It's no secret I don't like your "girlfriend" (funny using that term when it comes to this person since he can't even call her that). Everyone knows. At the same time, everyone who knows I don't like her doesn't like her either. The difference is they never told you that and they probably never will.
I've tried to make peace with her, I tried talking to her, I tried being nice to her, I tried not to bitch about her to anyone. But when it gets to the point where I am being COMPLETELY ignored, I can't help myself any more. Being nice to people who are rude to you doesn't work. Being nice to people who threat your friends like crap doesn't work. Being nice to people who call your best friend a slut, just because she hugged your ex boyfriend, doesn' work. And for the record, I did not "brainwash" my best friend into disliking you. The fact that you can even think such a smart person like her can be brainwashed is mental. She doesn't like you because of who you are, not because of what I say. Trust me, you did this to yourself.
Another thing I learnt this weekend is that a lot of people actually read this blog, which surprised me. I know people write stuff online for others to read, but I write it to get it off my chest. I've always known a couple of people read it, but knowing that there are other people reading it too is a bit.. weird? scary? I'm not sure how to describe it. And people actually talk about it? I don't know how to feel about it.
I don't mind people knowing how I feel. I don't care that people I don't talk to regularly read what I write. I don't care that people know exactly who I talk about here. That doesn't bother me at all. I've always been open about how I feel about people. If I don't like someone, they will know. If I like someone, I won't write about them. I know I have in the past, but I don't any more. It's not fair. But there are certain people who I know I will never like.
So how do I feel now? I feel trapped in my own house. Having shitty people basically living here puts me in a bad mood. It's that simple. At the moment, I can't change that. And I am trying to keep the peace and not be rude to make things worse. Is it awkward around here when she is around? Hell yeah. Everyone here knows. It isn't just my problem. But soon this will change. I'll be optimistic. I have to be.
The other day someone told me it was impressive that I just quit my job to follow a dream. I said I would find another job, another way to make that dream happen. They said I seemed certain that I could get a job. My response? "I have to be optimistic. I'm the only one who can change my life". Yep. I can't believe those words actually came out of my mouth. But it is true. And I will make it happen. You just wait and see.
This post has been a bit of a roller coaster. And I am sure I will get told off about it, bitched about, ignored and possibly confronted. Truth is, I'm being honest. Even if it costs me a friendship.
And this is the last time I will ever write about this girl and her boy. I've said everything I think. There's nothing left to say.
I've tried to make peace with her, I tried talking to her, I tried being nice to her, I tried not to bitch about her to anyone. But when it gets to the point where I am being COMPLETELY ignored, I can't help myself any more. Being nice to people who are rude to you doesn't work. Being nice to people who threat your friends like crap doesn't work. Being nice to people who call your best friend a slut, just because she hugged your ex boyfriend, doesn' work. And for the record, I did not "brainwash" my best friend into disliking you. The fact that you can even think such a smart person like her can be brainwashed is mental. She doesn't like you because of who you are, not because of what I say. Trust me, you did this to yourself.
Another thing I learnt this weekend is that a lot of people actually read this blog, which surprised me. I know people write stuff online for others to read, but I write it to get it off my chest. I've always known a couple of people read it, but knowing that there are other people reading it too is a bit.. weird? scary? I'm not sure how to describe it. And people actually talk about it? I don't know how to feel about it.
I don't mind people knowing how I feel. I don't care that people I don't talk to regularly read what I write. I don't care that people know exactly who I talk about here. That doesn't bother me at all. I've always been open about how I feel about people. If I don't like someone, they will know. If I like someone, I won't write about them. I know I have in the past, but I don't any more. It's not fair. But there are certain people who I know I will never like.
So how do I feel now? I feel trapped in my own house. Having shitty people basically living here puts me in a bad mood. It's that simple. At the moment, I can't change that. And I am trying to keep the peace and not be rude to make things worse. Is it awkward around here when she is around? Hell yeah. Everyone here knows. It isn't just my problem. But soon this will change. I'll be optimistic. I have to be.
The other day someone told me it was impressive that I just quit my job to follow a dream. I said I would find another job, another way to make that dream happen. They said I seemed certain that I could get a job. My response? "I have to be optimistic. I'm the only one who can change my life". Yep. I can't believe those words actually came out of my mouth. But it is true. And I will make it happen. You just wait and see.
This post has been a bit of a roller coaster. And I am sure I will get told off about it, bitched about, ignored and possibly confronted. Truth is, I'm being honest. Even if it costs me a friendship.
And this is the last time I will ever write about this girl and her boy. I've said everything I think. There's nothing left to say.
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