I don't care.
If someone doesn't like me or respect me doesn't really matter much anymore.
I spent many years being disrespected because of who I was (A women), what I was (A single mom with a bastard child) and where I worked (As a bartender in a strip club).
I had lots of people that liked me and I thought respected me. But in the end, neither did a thing for me, nor stood up for me when I really needed the help.
Well-respected members of society tend to trod all over the rights of well-liked people so I'd much rather avoid both.
There are times when I log in I'm bombarded with at least ten black boxes.
If I'm on my phone it is next to impossible to answer all of them. (I'm all thumbs and can't spell for shit on touch screen phones)
Sometimes I just don't have the time to answer back because I'm quickly checking in.
Other times I have to shut it down fast so I don't get caught. (This happens more than you think)
But my favourite reason why I don't answer? I have nothing to say. I literally spend all day being pleasant and making conversation with random strangers that all I want to do is relax and not talk/type anything to anyone. I just don't have it in me to bring up this facade of small talk. Nor do I want to cyber.
I do forget to answer PMs at times and it's a failing I should probably work on. But constantly being pressured to chit chat from people demanding your time, on a website designed to be fun and relaxing, makes me want to avoid it completely. I'm an anti-social freak. This is why I'm set to invisible. If I don't it's twenty times worse.
I still value and cherish the friendships I have but most of my friends know what I'm like, and if they don't then maybe they don't care or they're anti-social like I am.
I wouldn't take it personally. But if you do, then remove them from your friends list.
Chicken brochette, greek salad, orzo pasta and homemade tzatziki.
I prefer the stay ups over any of them. The suspenders chafe and catch. Tights are fine for the winter months but they never seem to be long enough for someone as tall as I am.
There's a few.
Under the Tuscan Sun, Demolition Man, Dogma, the Harold & Kumar movies, and I've added The Blindside and Friends with Benefits to my list of feel good movies I could watch over and over.
Wow... I was never molested as a child and I didn't need therapy (well okay, maybe I did but that's a WHOLE 'nother story)
But I did date a guy once that was too rough.
As in alligator skin on his hands. And I swear I thought he was drilling for oil with his tongue.
I tried to talk to him about it, but some men are very insecure about this kind of thing (and maybe I wasn't clear enough) so instead of taking it as constructive criticism, it turned into a huge fight over the fact I wasn't happy with his cunnilingustic skills.
After awhile, I just said I didn't like it, because let's face it. I didn't.
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I love flowers. There is no wrong time for flowers in my books. I will always appreciate flowers, with one minor exception. I hate carnations.
I traded favours with the boys hockey team...
We moved the vice principal's car into the inner alcove inside the school. It took him over a day to get it out.
I despised that man so much that I bribed the hockey team with homemade cookies and muffins for a month.
Another time I let a family of skunks loose in the cafeteria. But I did that one all by myself.
My facebook and lush are logged in at all times. And while I wouldn't much care if my partner saw what was going on, on either site (Truly, I'm boring. Not much to see here.)
I have huge trust issues. I could see where my trust could be betrayed at the slightest provocation.
I've had to deal with childish adults my entire life and I know they would and could do something to sabotage me in some way if I didn't give in to their demands by posting something outlandish or private on my page.
People are dumb. And giving them access to your passwords is one of the dumbest things you could do. But this is just my opinion.
Un-fucking-believable. Again. You did it again.
Just one more broken promise after another. Say one thing and then do something else. You two-faced cunt.
I fucking give up. I swear to god I will find the worst fucking nursing home to stick your pathetic ass into. And then I'll leave you there to rot like the fucking cancer you are.
And you have the nerve to tell me I should let you move in with me! Like that would ever fucking happen in a million years.
The only way that would ever happen is because I'm dying and my disability cheque better be direct deposit, so you or that other fucking leech can't get your greedy fucking hands on it. You're both fucking leeches. You're just as bad, if not worse than my ex. No wonder you didn't like him. He took YOUR fucking cut of my money! Like either one of you were entitled to it. Jesus fucking christ!
I finally found out why the rest of the family abandoned me. They were afraid you were going to jump their husbands, you two-bit cheap ass whore.
And not because I had a child out of wedlock. Thank god for small favours that my aunts told me the REAL reason why I never heard from any of them.
Good lord, do I feel foolish for railing against them all those years. You're fucking delusional and it's your own fucking fault. Not mine. Not this time. I refuse to take the blame this time. I was blamed for the sun not shining when I was a child, and I was made to feel fucking guilty for it!
You're a pathetic human being and I really hope you get what's coming to you. Cause I won't be there to save your ass this time. Nor any other time.
You're dead to me now.