People Hate Me
So... I've been online for maybe 5 minutes. I logged onto Java Messenger for about 2 of those minutes. Here's the wonderful conversation that evolved. I won't use the person's name, to keep away from any possible drama, but it is one of the few people I actually know in reality.
Her: I don't want to hang out with you anymore.
Me: Uhm... ok. Why's that?
Her: You're a slut. Nobody really likes you anyway. We only invited you over because we felt sorry for you.
Me: I'M a slut? Have you looked in the mirror? Besides, I don't even hang out with YOU to begin with. Just the other people who happen to be at your house.
Her: Fine. Whatever. Come over now, we'll talk about it.
(I'm thinking: Yeah, you just called me a slut. I know you can't fight, but it would be fun for me. Damnit! Why does this happen to be the ONE occasion where I'm NOT just a bus-ride away??)
Me: I can't. I'm at a friends house.
Her: Who?
Me: It doesn't matter. But he's busy right now and I can't go anywhere until he gets back.
Her: He? See? (she's apparently a rapper, too) I knew you were a slut. You probably just went there to get laid. And you know that's the only reason any guy would hang out with you, anyway. It's not like you're fun to be around.
She signs off.
Ahh... gotta love people who try to start drama, all the while saying they want nothing to do with it. But, seeing as how I have no self-esteem in the first place, I feel like shit. I'm not a slut, I didn't come here to get laid... and the rest of it I can't say anything about. I'm not a mind-reader. Maybe people do hang out with me just because they expect me to be an easy lay. I don't know what would make them think that, and I seriously doubt it about the person I happen to be hanging out with today, but that's not the point.
Also, Tempest got pissed at me over a misunderstanding. So, here's the score thus far:
1) I'm a slut.
2) People only hang out with me because of #1.
3) People I don't even hang out with much know about #1.
4) Josh and I are not together.
5) Even my ex is pissed at me.
So... yeah. My job needs to give me more hours, so that I can just work all the time and forget that the rest of the world exists. There's no point in me being involved anyway, I apparently get in the way unless I'm fucking someone. Even then, I'm just a nuisance seconds afterward.
And just so you people know, I'm not nearly as upset by this as I'm making it seem. It's equal parts anger and amusement. I'm amused by the hypocrisy of the person who said it. I'm gonna go fuck someone in the middle of the room now. (Surprisingly, though, the person I'm talking about isn't likely to be the one everyone's thinking. Just very much like her.)
~*~Kim~*~
Her: I don't want to hang out with you anymore.
Me: Uhm... ok. Why's that?
Her: You're a slut. Nobody really likes you anyway. We only invited you over because we felt sorry for you.
Me: I'M a slut? Have you looked in the mirror? Besides, I don't even hang out with YOU to begin with. Just the other people who happen to be at your house.
Her: Fine. Whatever. Come over now, we'll talk about it.
(I'm thinking: Yeah, you just called me a slut. I know you can't fight, but it would be fun for me. Damnit! Why does this happen to be the ONE occasion where I'm NOT just a bus-ride away??)
Me: I can't. I'm at a friends house.
Her: Who?
Me: It doesn't matter. But he's busy right now and I can't go anywhere until he gets back.
Her: He? See? (she's apparently a rapper, too) I knew you were a slut. You probably just went there to get laid. And you know that's the only reason any guy would hang out with you, anyway. It's not like you're fun to be around.
She signs off.
Ahh... gotta love people who try to start drama, all the while saying they want nothing to do with it. But, seeing as how I have no self-esteem in the first place, I feel like shit. I'm not a slut, I didn't come here to get laid... and the rest of it I can't say anything about. I'm not a mind-reader. Maybe people do hang out with me just because they expect me to be an easy lay. I don't know what would make them think that, and I seriously doubt it about the person I happen to be hanging out with today, but that's not the point.
Also, Tempest got pissed at me over a misunderstanding. So, here's the score thus far:
1) I'm a slut.
2) People only hang out with me because of #1.
3) People I don't even hang out with much know about #1.
4) Josh and I are not together.
5) Even my ex is pissed at me.
So... yeah. My job needs to give me more hours, so that I can just work all the time and forget that the rest of the world exists. There's no point in me being involved anyway, I apparently get in the way unless I'm fucking someone. Even then, I'm just a nuisance seconds afterward.
And just so you people know, I'm not nearly as upset by this as I'm making it seem. It's equal parts anger and amusement. I'm amused by the hypocrisy of the person who said it. I'm gonna go fuck someone in the middle of the room now. (Surprisingly, though, the person I'm talking about isn't likely to be the one everyone's thinking. Just very much like her.)
~*~Kim~*~