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October 18th, 2005

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01:02 am - Allow me to introduce myself . . .



I'm Evil Incarnate.

No -- really I am.

You see, when someone dumps a load of shit on my head then claims not to have done so, and I call them on it, I'm evil.

Evil. Evil. Eeeeeeeeeevillllllllllll.

~~ twirls her pointy tail ~~

Now you know.

Red is soooooooooooo my color . . .


Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
Current Music: "Teufel" by Megaherz

(8 seeds eaten | Eat a pomegranate)


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Date:October 18th, 2005 08:41 am (UTC)
A person who violated my boundaries (to use psychobabble language) during the course of this past weekend then claimed that she hadn't was refuted point by point in the comments to my post here, using her own words. I hadn't posted any comments in her LJ about this, but when she repeatedly posted in mine, well -- I had a bit of a temper tantrum and decided to reply to someone who soooooo obviously just did not get it.

What was really getting me, though, was that she seems to feel that she did nothing whatsoever that I should be upset about -- that my feelings about a very personal situation have no validity whatsoever. Even though she knew beforehand that I would get upset -- but she (and he) went ahead anyway, because it was what they wanted to do. And I could just twist in the wind -- tough shit Sherlock. She feels that I have no right to object.

Well damn it -- I feel I do!!

When someone is forced down my throat -- a relationship that I never agreed on EVER -- AND my nose is rubbed in it, why YES, I will be upset. Very, VERY upset. Especially when any "discussions" that she mentions do NOT include me in any way, shape or form!!! Particularly when my only choices are to stay and accept the situation or to leave.

Being the person I am, I didn't want to make a public fuss -- so I quietly removed myself from a situation I found extremely painful. I didn't say a word about it to anyone there -- I left while people were asleep and went home to cry my little eyes out.

Then I made a post -- a very quiet, cryptic little post.

And then the drama ensues -- the thing I had been trying to avoid, while still letting my friends know that I was hurting and wanted their support.

I'm not perfect -- I have a temper. And when I get stomped on by someone who says that they aren't doing it at ALL, then I get pissed.

Well, it seems that she didn't take too kindly to my refutation of her claims -- she now feels that SHE was the victim of ME.

She claims that I abused her and that I treated her like the enemy in my reply to her comment, so she unfriended me -- which is her right, as is mine to unfriend her.

What I find intensely infuriating is that she uses this situation to paint herself as Miss Perfect and I am Evil Incarnate for objecting to this situation and telling her WHY I was upset -- in excruciating detail and with some admitted (and to my mind, justified) bitterness and sarcasm. I tried to keep this mess quiet, by being cryptic and not naming names, but she kept on ripping open the wound and pouring salt, vinegar AND alcohol on it.

Well, I'm a fire sign -- and you know what happens when fire meets alcohol . . .

So now you know.

Persephone the Bitch Goddess Incarnate

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Date:October 18th, 2005 04:25 pm (UTC)

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