Well, not really more women, but more about the same woman. Anyways, she read my first article about her (article 8). I figured it would happen, I didn�t make my website a big secret (especially seeing as my friends and her have made up the majority of my hits, and I make up the rest), but I didn�t send her an e-mail saying �hey read this� or anything. When she told me she had read it I was expecting one of a couple of different reactions. I thought that either she would be mad that I posted something personal on the internet and made her look heartless, or that she would be feel bad about hurting me like that. I didn�t know what way she was going to go, but I was pretty sure it would be one of those two reactions. As usually happens when I make predictions about what a woman will do, I was wrong.
She was amused. Yes, amused, you might even go so far as to say she thought it was funny, �I�ve read it like a thousand times�. Needless to say, I was flabbergasted (which is possibly the coolest word ever). She was amused by the pain she caused me. What the fuck? Did I miss the memo where it was okay to laugh another person�s pain that you caused? I was shocked, but it only got better (for you the reader, not for me who this is happening to).
The next line she hit me with was �Write another article about me.� That confused the hell out of me. My initial pain and suffering wasn�t enough for her insatiable appetite for the misfortune of others. She wants me to write another article about how sad I am and how much pain she has caused. Okay Bitch, here we go!
I am a real person. I have feelings. I know that sounds classically clich�, but it�s true. You shouldn�t be playing games with my feelings. They are not for your general amusement. You can�t send me through an emotional roller coaster and expect me to be happy about it. Unlike real roller coasters (which generally kick ass), emotional roller coasters suck. Yeah, the peaks aren�t bad, but one never stays there, one just ends up as low, and usually lower than one started. Don�t get me wrong, you put some damn high peaks in there baby, and those were great, but as the saying goes �the bigger they are��. Those falls sent me through the ground. I was hearing fucking Chinese there for a while. I was climbing my way back up out of that damn hole, and you tell me �Write another article about me� the first one amused me.� You want me to relive the lows, just so I can amuse you with stories about my pain. What the hell is wrong with you? I�m hearing that fucking Chinese again, but this time I think I�ll just stay in China. Who knows? Maybe a little depression is a good thing.
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