Maybe I'm a fool for believing I'm not the only one that follows the “Golden Rule.” You know, treat people the way you wanna be treated? That’s the one. I hate this girl. I hate her so much. But I prided myself in the fact that I was nothing but nice to her. I told her almost everyday that she was so pretty, when in fact, she might be the most hideous human being I have ever been so unfortunate to have laid eyes on.
I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve tried venting about my angry and other similar opinions about her, but I quickly realized, this one brief, “vent session” only intensified and darkened by bitterness. On this particularly gloomy Saturday, I had spent the very long, very cold, car ride yonder way complaining to my father, my own personal support system, about how I felt attacked by this bitch on a daily basis. As punishment for this shameful act, I spent my weekend so very disappointed in myself.
As I found out today, that self-inflicted shame was shame I didn’t deserve. As I obliviously walked up behind my social group, I could here one unmistakably whiny-bitchy-bullshit voice ranting about me. And about how horrible my positive attitude at that! That’s not even half of it. Shortly after she decided she’d said enough about me being, “too happy too often,” she went on to address my stupidity. FIRST OF ALL BITCH; I AM TEN TIMES SMARTER THAN YOU’LL EVER BE. Hmmmmmmm… that angered me the most. I’d known for a while that she’s been having problems with me. Hell, I’ve been pissed too. She’d made it very clear that she’s angry with me for numerous things such as being skinnier than her, prettier than her, and for having a laugh that sometimes comes out like a mouse having a squeak attack. Sorry, bitch.
So to conclude my temper tantrum, I hate that bitch and I wanna bitch-slap that whore, and I feel that I have expressed my feelings in the most professional, most polite way possible.
