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November 4, 2021 5:17 am Leave your thoughts
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If you know, you know.
If you don’t, feel free to judge or think I’m imagining it.
You were a weird girl in most situations when you were younger? Maybe it isn’t so rampant nowadays because it’s actually cool to have different coloured hair for eg. but I’m sure kids still find reasons to ostracise or bully each other. Other kids and teens thought I was odd sometimes.
You didn’t think like your peers? The fashion you were into was different, your humour was offbeat/goofball? You didn’t give a fuck what other people were doing and never felt the need to “keep up” or “compete” with people around you, although you may have felt like you were too different. Maybe sometimes you wanted to fit in, but something about pretending you were like everyone else never sat well with you either.
You collected hangers-on and fans, not so much “friends.” You didn’t understand why, but after awhile you started to understand some of these people were mimicking you, or saw something in you you didn’t notice and they wanted to be near/possess/learn from you. When they learned you were just human too…the sheen wore off a little. And with some of those people – they even became resentful. (?) You know, frenemies who are there to witness your triumphs and good times but are kind of…happy when things go wrong for you.
Into adulthood, the wrong side of 30, now it’s simpler to me. 
Women hate me.
(Sorry if this isn’t all women…this is an admitted generalisation based of my years of personal experience.))
I like to look nice, for no one but my reflection in a shop window or mirror. I am a harsh master, probably on account of bullying experienced in younger years.
I like to be funny.
I say what I think.
I like to dress up, trial new looks and makeup, push boundaries of what I can wear to my slave gig. I like to dress in art sometimes.
If I don’t know the ropes, eg at a new job, I’m polite but quiet until I figure out how to pull my weight…
I’m not there to make enemies…
But I’m not there solely to make friends.
I’m there to make some money to support all my projects and my serious health issues.
I’m not there to involve myself in office gossip or whichever equivalent is on offer at the fluoridated water cooler.
I can be the life of the party and any of those cliches but if I’m tired, it’s early, you’re boring, or I’m working…you’re going to get quiet, introvert me that probably wants you to fuck off.
This post comes about because I’m realising I may be being bullied by one of those yenta, older, plain Janes again.
It’s happened my whole life but at this age, it just makes me want to confront them…Show them the girl who grew up “hood.” LOL
Trying to figure out this woman’s offending behaviour has led me to hear stories and “facts” this yeti-like woman creature thinks it knows. Predictable viewpoints and ignorant, empty, words etc.
All round killing my vibe.
It got me thinking, if some Yenta is so intimidated she feels the need to attack…imagine how she’d do if she found out about the other projects I’m into or something about the fact I’ve for sung in front of thousands of people for an eg – if she knew this bitch had more talents than just sitting in front of a computer under her power-tripping command.
UGH.
Maybe some people from that generation never grow.
But it shouldn’t be my problem at this stage of life…
TLDR:
I think I’m getting adult-bullied again.
*Plane Jane Yentas always hate me.
*Apologies for a superficial rant but I’m pretty done with it. I’ve been annoyed for days and other content was trashier!
*Better content next week. RC is very near release.
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