Chelsea
...other people say I'm a Heartless Bitch. Well, not really. it's not that I accept the label and clutch it to my bosom, but rather that my response is:
"Look, if I've decided that I want to be regarded as a person, and I reinforce this by letting you know that I won't accept you treating me otherwise, and that means that I'm a Heartless Bitch, well. Whatever helps you go to sleep at night. Now you're standing between me and my martini."
It's not that I'm actually a Heartless Bitch. I'm really quite nice. I just don't feel like wasting time on bullshit. There are not enough hours in the day. And I am not here to rehabilitate others into seeing the errors of their stupid ways. Either they'll figure it out on their own or they'll flock to those who think the same stupid way they do.
It's not that I'm actually a Heartless Bitch. I would never want to be so cruel as to hook up with someone who is actually afraid of me simply because I happen to have a will.
It's not that I'm actually a Heartless Bitch. It's just that I naively expect people to be honest. so I'd rather hear, "I do not want to go to that wine tasting party with your friends, so I will do something else instead," than have him go and then be an ass to everyone because he's nervous around my circle and he doesn't actually want to be there. and enough repeats of this sort of passive aggressiveness is going to get him run. I watch enough of my female friends put up with bullshit like this from their chosen relationships, and I don't know where they got the idea that they had to endure stupid shit like that.
It's not that I'm actually a Heartless Bitch. honestly.
Country: Canada
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