Dena the nasty nobody
For quite some time, I've been living with this person whose legal first name is Dena. I mention her pretty frequently because she has an impact on my life. She often is the very cause of my need to come here for catharsis. Today, the feelings aren't so urgent but they are still there.
She reminds me of the movie Mean Girls except she is NO Lindsay Lohan. In high school she was a loser that even losers made fun of. She did well academically, but was a misfit amongst misfits. At the time, I was not exactly Miss Popular, I had managed to make dozens of friends from all different sorts of groups. By senior year of high school, I had friends from other schools via jobs, synagogue, and mutual friends. Dena was a social outcast and I never really understood why.
I let her start to hang out with me and she became friends with some of the people I had already been spending time with. Before long, she was an integral part of one of the groups that I particpated in. Finally, she had been accepted by people, almost like magic. The funny thing is that magic wasn't to blame. I was to blame because I invited her as if she would mystically gain some sort of social prowess. She didn't, at that time, gain the ability to be a socially adjusted person. What she did do was pull personality traits and hobbies from others' and integrate them into her life as her own. No passtime was safe. Before long, Dena was in into swing dancing, pot, raves, meth, ska, joinning the military, attending Texas A & M, and many other traits learned from many different people.
As an empty shell of a human being, she instantly learns the culture and becomes part of it. The biggest problem is that sometimes people get to know her for long enough to learn that she is in fact a vapid black hole that sucks whatever it can from the target of her choice. She does not have many friends that have known her and consistently liked her... 1 or 2 at most.
A few years after high school, she became a coke addicted college drop out stripping to support her habit, her boob job, her dye job, and her rental cars. Now she feels she has turned her life around yet again, but she's still the same nasty kind of empty on the inside. Her 'fucklist' for this year that she left laying around is almost longer than a list I would make of my entire life's worth of sexual partners. For a girl, I'm at a good number too.
I asked her to stop stripping and get a real job like mine or serving tables. I asked her to stop acting like she gets to ride a high horse around when she takes off her clothes for money. She claims she isn't a whore but she sells herself for $20 a pop. If that doesn't define whore, what does?
As she avoided talking to me today, I finally realized how relieved I was. I realized that talking to her is usually stupid, annoying, and just a negative aspect of my day. I'd prefer to interact with her as little as possible. So far, she seems to have the same idea.
I don't type this with hatred or meaness. I just type for catharsis. All of this has been said to her face multiple times, even with worse diction such as "butterface" and "disease ridden whore." I'm improving my ability to not call her out on the nasty nobody she is, but it tests my restraint all the time.
She reminds me of the movie Mean Girls except she is NO Lindsay Lohan. In high school she was a loser that even losers made fun of. She did well academically, but was a misfit amongst misfits. At the time, I was not exactly Miss Popular, I had managed to make dozens of friends from all different sorts of groups. By senior year of high school, I had friends from other schools via jobs, synagogue, and mutual friends. Dena was a social outcast and I never really understood why.
I let her start to hang out with me and she became friends with some of the people I had already been spending time with. Before long, she was an integral part of one of the groups that I particpated in. Finally, she had been accepted by people, almost like magic. The funny thing is that magic wasn't to blame. I was to blame because I invited her as if she would mystically gain some sort of social prowess. She didn't, at that time, gain the ability to be a socially adjusted person. What she did do was pull personality traits and hobbies from others' and integrate them into her life as her own. No passtime was safe. Before long, Dena was in into swing dancing, pot, raves, meth, ska, joinning the military, attending Texas A & M, and many other traits learned from many different people.
As an empty shell of a human being, she instantly learns the culture and becomes part of it. The biggest problem is that sometimes people get to know her for long enough to learn that she is in fact a vapid black hole that sucks whatever it can from the target of her choice. She does not have many friends that have known her and consistently liked her... 1 or 2 at most.
A few years after high school, she became a coke addicted college drop out stripping to support her habit, her boob job, her dye job, and her rental cars. Now she feels she has turned her life around yet again, but she's still the same nasty kind of empty on the inside. Her 'fucklist' for this year that she left laying around is almost longer than a list I would make of my entire life's worth of sexual partners. For a girl, I'm at a good number too.
I asked her to stop stripping and get a real job like mine or serving tables. I asked her to stop acting like she gets to ride a high horse around when she takes off her clothes for money. She claims she isn't a whore but she sells herself for $20 a pop. If that doesn't define whore, what does?
As she avoided talking to me today, I finally realized how relieved I was. I realized that talking to her is usually stupid, annoying, and just a negative aspect of my day. I'd prefer to interact with her as little as possible. So far, she seems to have the same idea.
I don't type this with hatred or meaness. I just type for catharsis. All of this has been said to her face multiple times, even with worse diction such as "butterface" and "disease ridden whore." I'm improving my ability to not call her out on the nasty nobody she is, but it tests my restraint all the time.