ain't he cute? but he's such a little shit. there's so much crazy in my life right now, and he keeps trying to get me to use my blog to vent and say all the things i wish i'd said out loud. i mean, i totally could. it'd be so easy.like, i COULD inquire as to how one could be so sure that they didn't do something heinous, when at the same time they're claiming that they don't have any recollection of anything at all.
or maybe i COULD ask another person if they would truly be satisfied with an apology that is essentially as empty as the air that the words were released into.
perhaps i could point out to yet another that the words they so thoughtfully copied and pasted and used against me were actually said in quite a different context than what they twisted them around to say. i COULD also mention that the e-mails that they c&p'd these words into and questioned so thoroughly were sent to a whole group of folks - except me. yup, i could do that.
maybe i could even express my frustration at their insistence upon labeling themselves as a neutral party, when it was so obviously the exact opposite.
and that damn devil really wants me to ask if those folks who are seemingly so quick and eager to believe the very worst of me even bothered to listen to my side of the story when it was presented. because it sure as hell feels like i've been tried and convicted.
then, i suppose, just for fun, i could point out that now i've actually been victimized twice - the first time being when i was very young, and now, in a completely different manner as an adult, when i've finally opened up and shared my experience. because i feel as though i've been belittled, labeled as a liar (of course, not in those exact words), and basically written off as a troublemaker. because i have so many reasons to make up shit like this. you know, it's just the way i roll.
and now the devil wonders how many of these words are going to be picked apart, dissected, and used to illustrate how much of a terrible person i MUST really be.
but you know what? i thought about it, and then i brushed that cute little devil right off my shoulder.
it's not worth it. i've closed that book and tossed it into the fireplace. as far as i'm concerned, it's over, and i'm standing there with a can of lighter fluid in one hand and a book of matches in the other.i much prefer to keep my fun little blog FUN. i like talking about the hub, the kid, the bean. ooh, food! i love talking about food. and handbags! and what i did for the weekend, and hanging out with my SFAMs, and places i want to go, places i've been...
hey, look! the bean's taking a nap! and, as the kid said, she looks like a starfish.
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