Explanations
I guess my previous post might deserve some kind of explanation.
Let's start off with Camille, shall we? A couple of months ago, this weird story happened, where she was "going out" with Fred. (By the by, I am not afraid to write out names here anymore. This me, without censorship. Can't stand having your name here? Don't piss me off, and you won't.) That was jsut kind of weird, but rather funny. But at some point, she repeatedly hinted me as thatr she MIGHT have some feelings for him. So, being my rather direct and honest self, I asked him if he had real intentions towards her. And he said no. So yeah. Some time later on, during a casual conversation regarding relationships in general, I told him I thought she had feelings for him. Because that's me, that's what I do, I talk about my thoughts. She got rather mad at me, saying that I should mind my own business. Actually I think anything that crosses my thoughts is my business, since I was speaking about my reflexions, and aren't my reflexions quite mine? It waas just my opinion on the situation.
And then, for some reason, she decided she wouldn't speak to me again. Because (those are her words) I am "someone complicated" and she "wants a simple life" so she doesn't want me to be part of her life anymore. But not only that. She added that I "always need support" and get her "in crazy situations". I think I asked her for support maybe once in my whole fucking life, while we won't count the number of times I heard her ranting about her mother like her life situation is the worst in the world and nobody is unhappier than she is. Also, "getting her in crazy situations" is mainly, telling her that Charles was lying. That "put her in trouble". Riiiight.
To add to this, she now refuses to give me any advice concerning anything because she "doesn't want to have anything to with my stories". She also acts like a total snob to me, and asks me to give her back her books ASAP, while they are scattered around my house, and I forgot one in Fred's car. Fred doesn't even want to LOOK for that book, saying he lost it, and she tells me to arrange with him to find it. Both refuse total responsability, so I'm suppose to magically find a book that is either in a guy's car who doesn't want me to check if it's there, or lost somewhere mysterious. And my favorite purse, that I loved a lot, was in his car also and he said he "brought it somewhere he doesn't remember".
All this is quite mysterious, because, most of her reasons for not talking to me are absolutely false. They don't even make sense. So what can we suspect? She told me a hundred times that she didn't have any feelings for Fred, at all. So she's not supposed to be jealous of the fact I slept with him right? Or is she just to scared to admit it, knowing if only she would have said just the slightest thing, that she might have the tinyest feelings for him, and stopped denying it, I wouldn't have done it? Because she used to be my friend? But she's not anymore so I'm not anywhere near guilty for sleeping with guys she might love or being part of her book's loss. She treast me like a shit-pile, I'll treat her like one.
The Fred case is related. He's 100% un-critical about her, to him her way of treating me is legitimate, makes sense, and she has the right to act like she does because "it's her opinion". Fucking.. it's a form of relativism I guess and it's profoundly annoying. Also, not wanting to tell me what the hell he did with my purse and the book that was inside of it, not letting me check his car, being totally unclear about the whole matter when Camille is about to kill me saying "she has not time for this cuz she has stuff to do" (like what, I'm suppose to have nothing to do?).
Go to hell, both of you.
Next post, Jenny and Alex case! yay!
PS: I'm surviving solely because some people are actually NICE to me. Mathieu, Samir, Audrey, Mic, David, Pierre... Even if you probably won't read this, THANK YOU. Thank you so much for keeping me sane. You are the ones who talk to me like I'm a normal and interesting human being and that I actually am worth something.
Let's start off with Camille, shall we? A couple of months ago, this weird story happened, where she was "going out" with Fred. (By the by, I am not afraid to write out names here anymore. This me, without censorship. Can't stand having your name here? Don't piss me off, and you won't.) That was jsut kind of weird, but rather funny. But at some point, she repeatedly hinted me as thatr she MIGHT have some feelings for him. So, being my rather direct and honest self, I asked him if he had real intentions towards her. And he said no. So yeah. Some time later on, during a casual conversation regarding relationships in general, I told him I thought she had feelings for him. Because that's me, that's what I do, I talk about my thoughts. She got rather mad at me, saying that I should mind my own business. Actually I think anything that crosses my thoughts is my business, since I was speaking about my reflexions, and aren't my reflexions quite mine? It waas just my opinion on the situation.
And then, for some reason, she decided she wouldn't speak to me again. Because (those are her words) I am "someone complicated" and she "wants a simple life" so she doesn't want me to be part of her life anymore. But not only that. She added that I "always need support" and get her "in crazy situations". I think I asked her for support maybe once in my whole fucking life, while we won't count the number of times I heard her ranting about her mother like her life situation is the worst in the world and nobody is unhappier than she is. Also, "getting her in crazy situations" is mainly, telling her that Charles was lying. That "put her in trouble". Riiiight.
To add to this, she now refuses to give me any advice concerning anything because she "doesn't want to have anything to with my stories". She also acts like a total snob to me, and asks me to give her back her books ASAP, while they are scattered around my house, and I forgot one in Fred's car. Fred doesn't even want to LOOK for that book, saying he lost it, and she tells me to arrange with him to find it. Both refuse total responsability, so I'm suppose to magically find a book that is either in a guy's car who doesn't want me to check if it's there, or lost somewhere mysterious. And my favorite purse, that I loved a lot, was in his car also and he said he "brought it somewhere he doesn't remember".
All this is quite mysterious, because, most of her reasons for not talking to me are absolutely false. They don't even make sense. So what can we suspect? She told me a hundred times that she didn't have any feelings for Fred, at all. So she's not supposed to be jealous of the fact I slept with him right? Or is she just to scared to admit it, knowing if only she would have said just the slightest thing, that she might have the tinyest feelings for him, and stopped denying it, I wouldn't have done it? Because she used to be my friend? But she's not anymore so I'm not anywhere near guilty for sleeping with guys she might love or being part of her book's loss. She treast me like a shit-pile, I'll treat her like one.
The Fred case is related. He's 100% un-critical about her, to him her way of treating me is legitimate, makes sense, and she has the right to act like she does because "it's her opinion". Fucking.. it's a form of relativism I guess and it's profoundly annoying. Also, not wanting to tell me what the hell he did with my purse and the book that was inside of it, not letting me check his car, being totally unclear about the whole matter when Camille is about to kill me saying "she has not time for this cuz she has stuff to do" (like what, I'm suppose to have nothing to do?).
Go to hell, both of you.
Next post, Jenny and Alex case! yay!
PS: I'm surviving solely because some people are actually NICE to me. Mathieu, Samir, Audrey, Mic, David, Pierre... Even if you probably won't read this, THANK YOU. Thank you so much for keeping me sane. You are the ones who talk to me like I'm a normal and interesting human being and that I actually am worth something.
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