June 27th, 2010 | Posted in Random, Rants | 23 Comments »

Mood:Bleh
Music: Parachute – She Is
Fact: I love cleaning my ears with q-tips

This blog isn’t the longest I’ve ever written, but it’s short, sweet, and to the point. Enjoy.

As a girl, much like my tendency to nag my fiance, I also have a tendency to pretend to like people. Not all people, just…certain people.

It all starts when I’m walking around somewhere where there is a big crowd – a festival maybe. I’ll bump into a girl I haven’t seen in quite some time but hold some kind of secret hatred for. We’ll both say “HIIIIII” in this obnoxiously pitched tone and hug one another. We’ll chat for a minute or two about how things have been and how long it’s been since we’d last seen each other. The conversation ends and we both walk away.

Like clockwork, as soon as said girl walks away, I turn to Eric and say “I hate that bitch”. I’ll now proceed to explain to him something awful she did to make me hate her. Either that, or she’s just really degrading to women and I don’t like her. And yes, it’s a similar scenario with almost every girl, because almost every girl I know makes all women look like whores. I’ll never be able to explain why I pretend to like her.

What’s even more sad about this situation going down the way it does is that I don’t just do it with one person – I do it with many. I do it with people I thought I liked. I always feel the need to exploit what they did to Eric as soon as they walk away.

Even more importantly than that, I can’t help but wonder – what does the other girl say about me when she walks away? I mean jeez, if I’m saying something awful about her then imagine what she’s saying about me. I don’t think I’ve done anything particularly awful but who knows.

Why are girls so petty? Why can’t we simply tell other girls we freaking hate them and move on? Because we all love a little drama and we don’t have the balls to tell the other person “I don’t like you”. It’s much easier to see them on occasion, give them a fake hug, and bad mouth them when they walk away. We’re all drama-loving on the inside. Maybe not all of us, but most of us.