let me just say, i’m so glad that i don’t have too many friends. seeing as my world is prone to being tumultuous, i can’t imagine what it would be like if i were great friends with a group of girls. drama is drama, i’ll give it that much, and as far as her past effects on me, i’ll also say that i do react when drama strikes. and typically when the pot is stirred, i wouldn’t say im in a good mood, but i am in an alert mood, and that makes me feel accomplished, because i usually spend a lot of time deep in thought.
i’ve grown up with the idea that girls are catty and that there are not many exceptions to this rule. true. i am a girl. and in addition to that fact, i can also tell you, honestly, that i am catty. i just don’t lash out often, because of my lack of social life. anyway, getting back to the rant: my female friends, sure they’re nice, if they weren’t they wouldn’t be my friends now, would they? but they too, have their catty moments, and who can blame them?
one thing however, that makes me smile, out of satisfaction for being rather anti-social, is that i don’t have to deal with the boy drama, ie, omg you cannot be kidding me. you stole my boyfriend? you broke the girl code? AS IF i could ever look at you the same way again. then comes social warfare, the blocking from facebook and the unsubscribing from tumblr. what is with the fellow females of the world and their immaturity? sure… rage i can handle, and rash decisions go hand and hand with anger, but come on, we’re all human beings, naming warfare is not the way to go.
and as for the girl that “deserves” what’s coming for her. sure thing. it’ll come for her, but who says you ought to speed along the process? yeah i know… she’s a bitch, and yer mad because yer boyfriend is gone, or whatever the hell your little dispute is about. but come fucking on, leave it be. why would you try to make the drama bigger? why would you drag it out for another day? to the did-wrong girl. you’re a fucking idiot. we know that, but we are not having a pity party for you. sure you can apologize all you want, cry all you want, and do whatever else it is yer doing to make it seem as though you feel remorse. truth is, you don’t feel it. drop it. stop playing the victim. leave the whole situation be, and next time? don’t be so thick.