Monday, March 30, 2009

Knowing Me, Knowing You

There is a group of people (all women...well...one "guy" who needs to resort to medication because he has the sad...so...yeah...all women...and one other man, but, gay...so...doesn't count) who haven't spoken to me in twelve to fifteen years who:

  • Apparently know me,
  • Apparently hate me,
  • Believe that I am the anti-christ.
Now, the interesting thing about this people is that they are so fucking parochial that it makes me really laugh. Imagine if all of your friends were the same people that you have been friends with since you were twelve. Imagine buying your parents' house.

How creepy is that? How sad and stagnant their lives must be?

Zero growth and delayed adulthood with a perpetual adolescence.

I don't know why some of these people dislike (or even hate me) for who or what I was back then, and I don't particularly care what they think about me right now, however, they have started spreading these lies, rumors, innuendos, and other such things about me without talking with me (one of these people...the overly medicated guy who should probably just do the world a favor and kill himself, taking out most of his friends with him, as he serves no purpose socially, intellectually, or economically, thereby serving a purpose because he will give me something to talk about...has never talked with me).

I am posting this here because I need to vent.

I have a lot going on in my life and I neither want nor need people who live in an industrial wasteland of a community, who live intellectually bankrupt lives, talking utter trash about me with people that I consider to be friends.
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5 comments:

  1. NullMarch 30, 2009 at 2:16 PM

    1) The statue of limitations on hate is 10 years, so unless you re-upped with this crew at your last reunion, I wouldn't sweat it.

    2) This vent would be funnier if you listed the "lies, rumors, innuendos".

    3) Is this because you take Facebook seriously?

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  2. NullMarch 30, 2009 at 2:16 PM

    PS: A-ha!

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  3. A MistakeMarch 30, 2009 at 2:21 PM

    I didn't go to school with these people either...

    and this is all real life drama.

    People telling P. that I am evil and such...

    Lies, rumors and innuendoes:

    1) TEA is a little girl.
    2) I left Ami.
    3) To be with another man.

    There are a handful of other things as well, but it just gets to a point where these silly sad people with the drugs and their drinking and living in the house they grew up in and marrying the guy who knocked them up in high school or during their freshman year at the third tier Catholic college that they went to...

    Yeah, chock full o' bitterness at these people.

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  4. NullMarch 30, 2009 at 2:47 PM

    Firstly, when did being Evil become a pejorative?

    Part the 2nd: this group sounds ripe for a visit by Evil Me... post-14 Strongbows.

    C) You didn't go to school with these hygienic products?!? sheesh...

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  5. A MistakeMarch 30, 2009 at 2:51 PM

    Evil became a pejorative when Arendt wrote 15,000 words for the New Yorker about the banality of it.

    They hang out in Troy. I don't think the lead and solvent exposure is worth the trips.

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