Angela
(sorry for my spelling, I usually write in French) My Heartless
Bitchiness all started in my childhood growing being the younger sister tomboy,
with two older brother. It made me learn stand up for myself and not care about
pleasing everyone. Because you just can't. I loved Barbie Dolls and pink and I
fought my brothers to defend them. I loved playing sports, biking and getting
dirty and I fought girls to defend that part of me too. To keep up with my
brothers, I didn't whine and cry for attention when I scraped my knee, I kept
going and took care of it when I had the chance. I wasn't ashamed of what I
liked or of speaking my mind. It's in my nature.
Two years at private catholic all girls school turned me into a
perfectionist I use to feel the need to do everything perfect. I got so scared
of not being perfect I didn't do anything at all, except analyze people like
some far off alien. I hated little prissy girls but, I was insecure, so I
started hating myself too. With a few slaps in the face from my older adult
sisters, I stopped being a loser and decided to go out and live a little and
stop being a hypocrite. I left prissy catholic stuck-up private school and the
whole "boys dating you = you're worth dating" mindset, and being a
perfectionist, behind with it. I figured out what I wanted. I didn't do
things to prove I didn't care either - a dangerous trap that most wannabe
Heartless Bitches fall into. I stopped caring about what people thought or
their idea of what I "should" do or the "right" way of doing things. I didn't
bother wasting my energy convincing them because frankly, I don't give a fuck
what they think.
I don't waste my time on judgmental, assuming, leaching, co-dependent
losers like that, and I make sure I don't become one either. Just because I
don't need other people's approval to like myself, doesn't make me cocky -
it means I'm confident. Just because I won't stand to have people shove
ideas down my throat, doesn't make me close-minded. I'm very open-minded, and
I'm always open to new ideas and learning. I can respect a point of view AND
disagree with it. That's a concept most people don't grasp... and yet the same
people say I'm close-minded for not sharing their exact ideas... interesting.
I don't care about whiney sappy stories of people seeking reassurance
and attention because they don't have the balls of the brains to stand up for
themselves, to take a little time and think about something other than what they
can get out of people, and get over this fake narrow minded view of "perfection"
and actually find something to live for. And by something, I don't mean
recruiting "the weak and the lost to be boring Stepford wives" or trying to
"convert" Heartless Bitches like myself (or as they prefer to call us,
"hard, bitter, close-minded, jaded women") into "nice, good, conforming"
people. Everyone being the same doesn't equal peace. Conformity doesn't equal
peace. It equals boring, and no one likes boring. These people are. Another
reason why I don't waste my time trying to explain myself to them. Why should I?
I don't owe them anything. I'm not going to open the invitation to a pity party. I just don't care... Some people say I'm Heartless. I like to add the word Bitch. Sometimes I even smile. If they're lucky.
Country: Canada
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