I'm usually a nice person.
Usually. I have my bi-polar moments, and those times when I'll yell at you, just because I want to. But I don't mean it. I still love you. I may be a little conceited, and somewhat of a prima donna (other people's words, Lol!) but I will never abandon my people.
My friends mean a lot to me. A lot. When I was younger I had absolutely no friends. What little friends I had, I treated like crap. I eventually got out of that, and now I have a lot of them. They're my people, and I fucking love them. I see myself as a very sociable person when the mood strikes me. I like meeting new people, it's fun. :)
Saying that, I hate when others attack my friends for no reason.
Only I get to do that. ;)
I detest it. I won't stand for it. You don't verbally attack or slander my people, or those who won't stand up for themselves, in front of me. I won't stand for it. Too many years of being the victim in a lot of childhood cruelties, sometimes I would instigate them toward others, have made me protective. I don't like it, and I won't stand for it.
I also hate when people start talking shit for no random reason, or when "friends" stop talking to you for usually retarded reasons.
I make friends for life. I become your friend, and I will probably always be there, unless, of course, you do something extremely retarded.
I have had the "backstabb-y" kind of friends, and its not a pleasant feeling. You have to be careful of what you tell them, lest they turn around and gossip about everything you tell them. I used to be a loner, and I used to pretend I was okay with that. I wasn't; I just made myself believe I was.
I was picked on a lot. It wasn't fun. Some of it was playful teasing (from those I truly counted as somewhat decent people) and some of it wasn't. I won't go into detail, because I have no desire to relive those memories.
In a way, I believe it was karma, for the way I treated some of my real friends. I'm over it now. I have my people, who have my back, and no way in hell will I ever not have theirs.
Just had to let this out.
I also posted it on the little side thing of my blog. :)
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I changed it one more time, to frogbitesays.blogspot.com. (My nickname). I didn't want the numbers in it. This is the last time, at least for awhile, I promise.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me sad :(. People used to make fun of my brother and me a lot and I hated it. Not so much in the last few years of school. I used to be the biggest Beatles fan ever and I got made fun of it, like wtf? But that's small towns for you.
Your friends mean a lot to you and I hope they appreciate what a good friend you are to them, underneath all the bi-polar stuff that sometimes might get in the way. :) You're too cool for 'backstabb-y' friends anyway! I had a friend like that, but I can't name her. She made my life hell for a long time. I hate her and I still haven't gotten over it. Pathetic maybe, but that's the way I am. If I stay away from her and make sure that my other friend never wants to go back to her again then I won't get hurt. That's the way I see it anyway. She was a liar and untrustworthy. She still is. Tells everybody everything you tell her in confidence. Waste of my time.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I've ever been picked on. People tend to stay away from me because they know that I could do them over far worse. I rarely ever get any hassle. Most insults are like jokes to me. The thing that annoys people the most is not caring. Why would I care if a blonde slapper thought I was weird? I am! xD
It wasn't little kids, this was in like grade 10. Like I said. Small towns suck.
ReplyDeleteLinking is absolutely fine! I'm planning on doing a part II since I found a forum thread with even MORE cracked out things she's said. I know, you wouldn't think that would be possible, but there it is.