Jaime
My mother taught me that whiners and utter morons are intolerable, and
to only give my sympathies where they are honestly deserved. Growing up
with her meant I had to think for myself, fend for myself, and become
the strong and independent woman I am today, able to deal with my own
shit and fix it, and ask for help when I really need it. As a result of
this, I have very little patience for people, women in particular, who
can take care of themselves, but won't. My attitude is that you need to
take responsibility for your own shit, and don't tell me about it unless
you've got a punchline that involves you doing something to change your
situation, namely that you've left the asshole boyfriend, you've stopped
spending all your money on useless crap and thus your checks don't
bounce anymore, and have just made an appointment with a doctor to get
that burning sensation taken care of, because if you're just telling me
because you think I'm going to say "Poor Baby!" and/or hold your hand
and cry with you, you've got the wrong girl. I've lost a couple of
friends that way, women and men alike who didn't want to hear what I had
to say, and I sincerely hope they found their co-dependent soul mates
and are now happy.
I have actually been called a Heartless Bitch for not being sympathetic
to a friend who's boyfriend is on crack but who refuses to leave, for
not crying along side a hapless moron who's just rear-ended a pickup
truck while applying eyeliner but rather saying "Why the hell were you
putting on eyeliner while driving?" for saying "I told you so" when that
skirt I *told* you would split up the back did just that when you tried
that "bend and snap" move. Too bad for you. You should listen when I
talk, then!
Thanks for considering me; even if the title is not bestowed, it's at
least strengthened my resolve to continue to not pander to the useless.
Thanks again!
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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