Lenora

Whatsername
2007-04-18 07:20:52 (UTC)

Yay for anonymity

I need to blow off some steam.

I have to laugh. I'm still blowing off steam from
something that was really brief, and like 8 months ago.

I ran into him today. Almost literally.

It shouldn't bug me, but it does.

So, here goes. My anonymous rant:

Yeah, I'm shy. So what? I take effort. I'm not some vacant
blonde you can know inside and out in a day. I will not be
made to think that that's a bad thing.

Yeah, I got mad. You got mad at me first. If you mock my
existence, yeah, I'm going to defend myself. I really did
nothing wrong. It was really mature of you to forgive me,
so we could get past whatever and carry on like
adults. . .oh wait. . .that didn't happen. I apologized.
You cannot make me feel badly about what happened.

So I got mad at you because I figured you didn't give a
shit about me. The response of 'yeah, we shouldn't talk.
ever' kinda confirms my previous thoughts. You stressed
how many times that you didn't care. The outcome didn't
matter. Nothing matters. I don't get you. Do you HAVE a
soul?

Is it a coincidence that every time I run into you, you're
alone?

And if you're claiming to be a feminist, you could've let
me pay for something. Anything. And you could've skipped
out on the patronizing little gifts and the condescension.

And accusing my best friend of hating everyone. Yeah. You
hate her. How is that different?


More later. Sleep time now.




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