Reading What Sucks

Now, to get back to the topic that I started with... I am really beginning to think that those girls smoke pot or are on drugs, and that it is seriously damaging their brain.

Premises: the 9th of March was one of these girls' birthday. This particular girl didn't really do me any wrong, at least not particularly. Anyway, Wednesday we had a common class and I wanted to wish her happy birthday. She stepped in the classroom like a fury and basically told me to fuck off when I tried to say happy birthday. Why did she do that? No idea... There was no explanation.

Yesterday I had another class with her, and I said that we had to talk, because I wanted to know why she acted like that. She said that she was sorry and that she was nervous the day before, and didn't want to talk to anybody in order not to say hurtful things. Okay I accepted it as excuse.

Today... ah yes, today was the best part. I was here on Nao talking to null [who was being supportive while I was trying to back up my own forum/website for my mud] when she started writing me spiteful messages. Not only she insulted me, but she said strange things like "nobody stands you, because you are a horrible person". She has known me for not even 3 months, and she thinks she already knows me in and out; don't you think this is interesting.

Also, all she can talk about are girlish stuff... and when I say girlish, I mean stuff I used to discuss when I was 16! Whenever we have a class together, these girls love to make noise and disturb, and I always feel kinda embarrassed. Normally I shut up and don't say anything, but when I really can't stand this anymore I complain and tell them to stop it.
Do you think that this means being critical?!

Well in the end I told her to leave me alone, and to mind her own business because I didn't want to have to deal with them anymore. You care to know her answer? "I am glad, because we are finally free to laugh, shout and make noise as much as we want without having someone disturbing us". What? Is this the essence of pure madness or what?!

In the end I wrote her to find someone else to bug with her free smses (she has some kind of promotion that allows her to send 100 free message per day), and she went on rambling another half an hour. This time I am going to do what you all suggested, and not care about the stupid things she said.

I know that she said such things to be spiteful, and I know that my conscience is clean, so there is really nothing I have to feel bad for.
But hey! I really feel much better after writing all these amusing things down!! Rofl have a laugh with me, guys!

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".

Rofl have a laugh with me, guys!

I shall "rofl" with you and then sit back and glaze over and reminisce about an event that, oooh, is still going on!

Right, so as every story about destruction and mayhem begins, there is this girl. I met her oooh, last year (Junior year of high school). She was just coming down off of pot (and alcohol, but don't much mind the alcohol... it's east texas) and, eeh, I'm not into that stuff. Well, she kinda had the hots for me but I kept face and we both realized that we didn't like each other that much.

Fast forward, beginning of this year. We now have english class together, we talk, and I assume we became friends. She started needing rides because her family isn't the most well off and her car was broken in some of the worst (and most expensive ways). So, being a nice guy, in the mornings I drove from my house (in the middle of town) to the edge of city limits to pick her up and bring her to school, which was a hop skip and a jump away from my house. And yes, she was good looking, but surprisingly it wasn't for the looks. She was taken at the time, although over the internet with an Irish boy whom she has met in person several time, so it wasn't like I was trying to score points in the sexual nature.

We spend an entire first semester jovial friends. We would discuss politics in the mornings during the election. She was a liberal democrat, I am a conservative with loose ties to Republicans on the grounds that they, though misguided in some issues, were closest to my feelings. Sounds like a sitcom? We didn't really hang out after school 'cause I didn't hang out where she liked to hang out (WILD ALCOHOL PARTIES) and band and academics tend to eat up my time. Being the "elietest right wing conspiracist" I am I accepted that it just wasn't for me and I wasn't going to make her interests and issue because they were her interests. Well, christmas comes and goes with no snow as usual and things get back to normal. Only ironically, this is when all the shit starts to hit the fan.

One day she's talking to me on AIM and she's either drunk or truly as she said horny as hell. Going on and on, saying she'd "teach me" blah blah, "87% chance of me dating you" (In my book I had maybe a 30% chance of dating her, due to her being no longer a pot smoker but a cigarrette smoker. Yeah, I do judge people based on their habits). Starts talking about her "shower head" (ladies and well informed men and pimps know of what I speak), and we call it a night. I'm a bit wierded out, and she asks me not to act any different now that she's "revealed" her secrets. So I act normal, she seems to be please, things get back to normal. Again.

Valentines day comes. Being very apathetic towards relationships, especially so close to moving away from everyone, she asks and I conset and buy her some chocolates. Exchange between friends, perhaps something more? *Shrug* Didn't care either way at the time, don't care now.

About 2 weeks later, things go south. Drastically. One week everythings normal. One weekend later, everything changes. She's quit talking, done her best to ignore me and carry on with her 'friends' (whom by the way were my friends that sat at lunch with me and enjoyed their time with her, but I'm not about turf fights). Before when it's been her "time of month" I've sat through the crap that gets thrown at me (men can relate). You know, get it, got it, file it away, move on and smile. No cross words. Well, one day during the first hell week, I have an episode. I just plain wake up depressed. I get this about once every two months, usually better by the end of the day or the next day. However during these episodes, I am doom and gloom. So at lunch I'm doom and gloom, I start depressing, she starts arguing. I cut her off to make a point about something or the other (an unfortunate habit of mine, but I deal with all of her bad habis: like a capacious self-rightousness comparable to environmental fanatics like PETA members), and she starts to yell at me. She starts going on about how "I'm an idiot, and all people do is talk behind [my] back."

For once I was glad I was picked on alot in elementary school because only someone who early in life was picked on and later in life largely ignored can appreciate the feeling of "I don't give a fuck what other people think of me. I am me for better or for worse." She storms off, I stand there with my mind going "what the hell just happened." Then, one day in Economics it's cold and I'm sitting under a blower. I get up and move to the other side of the room where its warmer and the teacher asks "Are you going to stay there permanantly" to which my reply was "y-y-y-y-yesssss." Before I sat behind this girl (I am alphabetically after her last name-wise), and when I am in my new seat I year her go "Thank god" and the side of the room (all female voices) break into laughter. Again, "I don't give a fuck what other people think of me," however I do give a fuck about the respect I recieve. I busted my ass in the first semester, never making money an object, never talking behind her back when I well knew she probably talked behind mine ("He's such a 'prude'" or something of the likes), and never looked down at her with contempt politically (which may not seem like much, but the difference between a conservative and a liberal in aspects not pertaining to politics can be staggering). Now all of a sudden I'm caching all this shit.

It makes me feel better whenever I relate this story (I've had a couple friends go "what's up with her and you lately" so I've had practice), so add some of your chuckling to my story if you may.

Pistol Grip Pump In My Lap At All Times