Hel
I'm sick of people who presume that just because I am young and female that I am feeble. I have an IQ of 148. I'm intelligent, calm and confident. I have the ability to defend myself, both physically and intellectually. I get what I want...not because I expect it to be handed to me like some silver spoon-fed princess but because I work DAMN HARD to get it.
If I am not happy about some part of my life, then I change it. I don't expect (or accept) handouts. I abhor sycophantic arse-lickers who think that they will achieve what they want from life by spending it sitting on their arses, filing their Candy Pink nails with an emery board that is sharper than they are.
I'm sick of pathetic excuses for women who justify their meager existences with tales of woe brought about by loser-ass boyfriends/husbands. If you're not happy with him, then LEAVE. Perhaps then I might listen to you. If he hits you, hit him back and walk out! But don't expect me to sit, nodding my head sympathetically over coffee while you rant on with
"I know he really does love me, but...."
If you can't get your own life, don't expect to become a surrogate to mine. I don't tolerate leeches. I don't entertain social parasites.
I respect people but only if they earn that respect.
I don't waste time with people who piss me off in any way possible. I
really don't get women who allow their lives to revolve around men and
soap-operas. There is a hell of a lot to life and I, for one, want to
explore, witness and create as much within my life as I can. I was not
put on this earth to sit, twiddling my thumbs until some strong man
decides that I am *ripe* for marrying and thinks my sole purpose is to
be impregnated. If the need to consider parenthood ever does arise, then
it's My body, MY choice, YOUR tough shit if you don't like it.
If being a Heartless Bitch means being calm, respected, collected, self-assured and intelligent then...I am.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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