I have little room for fakeness in my life and I truly despise show offs.
Really, I am not a bitch. I am a straight shooter and there is where the problem lies. I cannot pretend, I have never found an arse worthy of kissing, never. I cannot lie and I cannot schmooze. I have to stay away for the simple reason that if I should try and lie and pretend, my facial expressions do not play along. I have never been impressed by celebrities, true heroes are the every day people.
This last week has been filled to the max with hateful people and I am done. The back stabbers of the world must have been on a convention as they are rampant. I
At the pool there are cliques. Seriously, grown ups have cliques, who knew? Well they do and I find it as annoying as all hell. I do not fit into these cliques because frankly I don't have time for petty mindedness. I am not a bitch, I am keeping it real. But push me one inch to far and I will give you 50 shades of bitch and you will wonder what the heck happened. And mess with my kids and I will go plain old, bat sh*t crazy. Both of these happened this week.
I stewed, I suffered, I tried to move forward and pretend it was ok but it wasn't and after 2 sleepless nights I confronted the person. Actually confronted is too harsh of a word, I addressed.
I think if we are honest we all take meanness personally. No one likes to get knocked off guard by a harsh rude comment or action. In the last 24 hours I have been told to, let it go and not take it personally. That didn't work and I needed to address it. Instead of stewing, being hurt and pissed off I picked up the phone and sent a text.
I didn't get a response at first, I didn't expect too. I also didn't expect to hear any truth from the person just fake surprise and I was correct. When she finally rang back I answered my phone to a very giggley, sing songy voice. The person on the other end was clueless about the situation. I turned it around on me so as not to point any fingers and the person was utterly perplexed but promised to keep their nose to the ground and report back if she heard anything.
But I feel better, I addressed the situation. The nasty person is now aware that I know about her little games and that I am on to her. I wasn't nasty I made all sorts of point swithout accusations so hopefully she will think twice before being mean again.
Jeezus, when do nasty girls stop playing little games? She is in her 40's?
Urghh. I am done with mean and nasty people. Why can't we just be nice.