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The question of the day is this ... at what point do we handle our relationships, (and the end of said relationships,) in a mature, adult manner? Wouldn't you think that by the time you reach thirty you'd be able to at least bow out gracefully when one or more people tell you to get lost? Yeah, I thought so, too, but we would both have been wrong, at least in this case.
A close friend of mine and I share a mutual acquaintance. She's overbearing, manipulative and has the disposition of a spoiled five year old, (so bad, in fact, that the comparison might be an insult to the spoiled five year old). I've only known this person a few months, and luckily I've always been uneasy around her, so I never let her get too close. My other friend's known her for years, and unfortunately, was more hurt than I by this person's utter lack of concern and respect for anyone else's feelings.
Once we voiced our concerns to the offending party, we were basically told to go fuck ourselves quietly up the ass in a corner. You might guess, either from knowing me personally, or from reading this journal, that I did not take this well. In no uncertain terms, I was royally fucking pissed off. The kicker is, this person actually told me that three of her 'other friends' don't think there's anything wrong, therefore my opinion means jack shit. Wow, why didn't I think of that? Asking other people how I should feel? Correct me if I'm wrong here, but isn't the way I feel about something one of the few things I actually DO get to decide in life?
To make a long story short, once the shit hit the fan, it came at me from all directions, (as one would imagine shit would do once it hit a moving object). I got emails, nasty journal comments, phone calls, txt msgs and the like. I actually had to change my phone number, move my other journal, and change all my emails addresses, as well as shutting down the 'comments' portion of my websites. All this because I didn't want to be friends with a 30 YEAR OLD WOMAN!
She claims it 'wasn't her' ... hmm, awfully strange coincidence then, isn't it? I believe the words my friend used to describe the situation were that we weren't going to just roll over and take it up the ass from her anymore. The way I see it, the only way I ever want my ass and this person in the same sentence is if they're kissing it. And that's what I have to say about that.
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