Hiss. Snarl. Claw. Take #2
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokehis ass deserves to be flattened.
If I had been using Semagic, I wouldn't have lost the long ranting entry in which I used every cuss word I know several times. And wished I knew more. But. It seems to have served its real purpose. Letting me blow off steam.
No, really? I am feeling much calmer now, compared to before. And ooooh, but I smell blood. I have found out who the little monster is who thinks he likes me.
Thinks he's found a little porclien doll girl who will play substitute mommy for him, in exchange for having a big strong guy around to protect her, is what. Stupid piece of shit. I've heard enough already about this one to know he is bad news - he reminds me of my brother. My user, lazy ass, criminal record holding little brother.
He thinks - well, no. I just covered that. Suffice to say the last little boy who thought that he was God's Gift to Women and someone as shy and withdrawn as myself could not possibly tell him no? I ran out of my highschool.
And I mean that literally. I was ever so fragile and not-quite-right and waaah, the mean nasty boy won't leave me alone!!! And ooooh yes, it might have only been half-faked but I damned well laid it on as thick as I could, I talked more in the way of gossip with every girl who wanted to - I made sure. That he was hounded. Until he was gone.
And I am. So proud of myself even remembering this. I'm betting it looks better to me in hindsight than it felt at the time? But the thing is, then as now, I knew I was not the only girl who'd had problems with the guy in question. Didn't matter whether it was particularly healthy or moral behaviour for me individually, so much as the bastard was a menace who needed to be stopped. And I did it, not any of the bright/popular/pretty girls who were all naturally smarter than me because they talked more! But me. And didn't change myself to do it, either - I was who I was and the most personal part of the insult is to be mistaken for anyone other than who I am.
Much less being mistaken for a sexist stereotype.
So. This one, I think, needs a Public Spectacle. Next time he comes through my line, or tries to talk to me, I will tell him 1. Leave me the fuck alone, pig. 2. I hope you know you owe an apology to the people you have used because you thought it would make you look good not to be able to ask me your own spineless self, shithead.
Or words to that effect? I will see what happens, when it happens - and who knows, maybe I'll be unbelieveably lucky and the whole thing will blow over? ...that is a slightly depressing thought, rather than the optimistic tone it should have - but that is because I want blood right now, I really really do.
If I had been using Semagic, I wouldn't have lost the long ranting entry in which I used every cuss word I know several times. And wished I knew more. But. It seems to have served its real purpose. Letting me blow off steam.
No, really? I am feeling much calmer now, compared to before. And ooooh, but I smell blood. I have found out who the little monster is who thinks he likes me.
Thinks he's found a little porclien doll girl who will play substitute mommy for him, in exchange for having a big strong guy around to protect her, is what. Stupid piece of shit. I've heard enough already about this one to know he is bad news - he reminds me of my brother. My user, lazy ass, criminal record holding little brother.
He thinks - well, no. I just covered that. Suffice to say the last little boy who thought that he was God's Gift to Women and someone as shy and withdrawn as myself could not possibly tell him no? I ran out of my highschool.
And I mean that literally. I was ever so fragile and not-quite-right and waaah, the mean nasty boy won't leave me alone!!! And ooooh yes, it might have only been half-faked but I damned well laid it on as thick as I could, I talked more in the way of gossip with every girl who wanted to - I made sure. That he was hounded. Until he was gone.
And I am. So proud of myself even remembering this. I'm betting it looks better to me in hindsight than it felt at the time? But the thing is, then as now, I knew I was not the only girl who'd had problems with the guy in question. Didn't matter whether it was particularly healthy or moral behaviour for me individually, so much as the bastard was a menace who needed to be stopped. And I did it, not any of the bright/popular/pretty girls who were all naturally smarter than me because they talked more! But me. And didn't change myself to do it, either - I was who I was and the most personal part of the insult is to be mistaken for anyone other than who I am.
Much less being mistaken for a sexist stereotype.
So. This one, I think, needs a Public Spectacle. Next time he comes through my line, or tries to talk to me, I will tell him 1. Leave me the fuck alone, pig. 2. I hope you know you owe an apology to the people you have used because you thought it would make you look good not to be able to ask me your own spineless self, shithead.
Or words to that effect? I will see what happens, when it happens - and who knows, maybe I'll be unbelieveably lucky and the whole thing will blow over? ...that is a slightly depressing thought, rather than the optimistic tone it should have - but that is because I want blood right now, I really really do.
