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4 comments:
Oh, that urge to cup my hand over a sympathetic ear and pass along angry, defamatory judgments about that jackass who has hurt me. I've done it to my own sister. It takes a lot for me to get that upset, and yet I, too, hate myself for doing indulging the impulse. That self-righteous, knee-jerk reaction must be part of a slighted human ego. Still, fuck her.
Yeah, I think her behavior goes beyond peculiar. I have no idea why she's gone so far out of her way to slight me.
But that ego thing! Yeesh. What is it that triggers "I gotta tell this"? I don't understand why that isn't all under control now that I'm as old and supposedly as experienced as I am. It feels so childish, but so compulsive that it's hard to stop.
Blogging about it has gotten some of the venom out. It will be interesting to see what happens when I see her next though.
Oh man. I snoozed, and I loozed. Didn't get to see this gem.
me neither. boo.
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