Hi Everyone,
This blog came about because of some text messages, a conversation at work and my hanging out with my mother. This is what I mean.
About two weeks ago, I was deleting a series of screen shots of text messages I sent someone from my phone. Here are four consecutive text messages that pertain to this blog.
- We were what we were then, just as we are what we are now. She just can’t seem to get over your not picking her. Over Me? I don’t think so. In my opinion, if it wasn’t me it would be someone else. I am just a casualty.
- I have an operation. I need to bank some money.
- I am a pissed off woman.
- You know, next time you decide to make any more of your rash decisions, you may want to pause and consider the fact that, there are a lot of fucked up people in the world, who are more Fucked, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional than they present themselves.
For anyone who hasn’t figured this out, I sent those text messages to a man who decided not to date someone. She, in all of her 35 plus years of wisdom, can’t understand normal talk, and began bad mouthing me to anyone who did and didn’t want to hear. She was relentless, stopped at nothing. She is a real prize. Are you surprised why he decided not to date her? I am not.
Instead of her friends being friends and saying, “I get it. It hurts. But he didn’t pick you, there’s someone better out there. Let’s go out and see if we can help you find him,” her friends tried to make my life hell. All of them, without knowing me, threw me under every bus, truck, car, motorcycle, bicycle and yes, tricycle. Good thing I control, my happiness. She dated him for less than 2 months! And probably took him a out that long to get rid of her. If that doesn’t scream, “I need therapy!” I don’t know what does.
A few days later, while we were waiting to work, two men within earshot were talking about insecure people. “I totally agree. There are some people who will keep dating someone just so they don’t have to be alone,” I said. And then I said something like, “…a female said some pretty nasty things about me because she thought this guy picked me over her. Like it was my fault. Her screwed up emotions should have nothing to do with me, but they did. I was just a casualty. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.” And then an interesting thing happened. One of the trained actors, who literally had her back turned to me all day, turned to me and started talking to me on our next break. We have seen each other on a variety of sets for years and always got along until…. And now we are civil.
“You’re going to watch that?” my mother asked. “Mum, I am still single. And this if the first time. If I watch, The Bachelor, I might learn something.” My mother always says the same thing,” Oh don’t worry. You’ll meet someone. And you’ll have a good life. I know it.” For the record, I am never sure what she means by good life, I just know it is good. As soon as the show starts my mum says, “Oh, I like the episodes where they give their opinion,” and we watch, The Bachelor, together.
Or well, I tried to watch it. My mother is big on talking and sometimes yelling at the TV. Hockey and soccer games are the worse but, The Bachelor, was a close second. In between laughing her head off, she was yelling,” He didn’t pick you!” and, “Stop crying!” followed by, “Oh my God!” and, “They’re idiots” mixed with, “They’re crazy!” and then the most logical, “Go find someone else!”
The next time you or one of your girlfriends isn’t picked by someone, don’t bad mouth the woman to try to make yourself look better. No self-respecting man wants to be with someone who is the jealous, vindictive type. And that is exactly what most insecure people are.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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