It’s been incredibly exhausting dealing with the same type of people my entire life.

The type who are pissed off that I exist. Because it reminds them that they are useless, or not as good, or weak and pathetic.

And I’m being serious. My existence pisses people off.

To which I say, tough titties!

From my family, to the kids at school, to adults treating a teen like shit, to people in businesses, people in line dancing, and people in the writers’ group.

The snide, snarky, mocking remarks. The gossip, lies and rumours spread about me. The bullshit behind my back. There’s a reason why you know people are talking about you when you walk into a room and they stop talking. If they weren’t talking about you, why would they stop? They only stop because it’s about you. They only ignore you when they enter a room because you’re something they’re not.

At school, girls always hated me because I had longer nails, longer hair, could draw better, got better grades, had something they didn’t, stationery or clothes, blahdy, blahdy, blah.

When we line danced, I learned the dances faster. Big whoop, I was young and loved music and dancing and wanted to learn and I was a sponge. I loved it. But they hated me because they couldn’t do what I could. I even corrected instructors when they taught us wrong because I wasn’t paying $5 a lesson to learn the wrong steps. Simply put, I was better. Or I had clothes made that they didn’t have, or had accessories they couldn’t buy because I made most of them.

In the writers’ group, between the bullshit rehearsed remark from an insecure woman in 2023, to the snarky mocking comment every October, February, and then whenever another bitch graced us with her presence, to the other bitch who repeated herself even though I pulled her up on the comment.

Why?

Why do idiotic, insecure, pathetic women lacking confidence, esteem, and respect feel the need to take their shit out on the woman who has what they don’t, dresses how they don’t, writes what they don’t, writes more than they ever will, and knows more than they do feel the need to shit on that woman?

Because they’re just that. Idiotic, insecure, pathetic women lacking confidence, esteem, and respect.

And then the question becomes, why do some of us constantly attract these people?

Meanwhile, I’ve had some women do nothing but love on me for my clothes and jewellery. Or thank me for my help.

Tells you what type of women do what. But why the fuck should I keep taking it? It’s exhausting to deal with, because if you pull them up, they either ignore you and continue, or they go all Hitler on you and drop bullshit on you because they feel victimised. DARVO anyone?

I’m so done with people.

Unfortunately, laws, and codes of conduct stop you from saying and doing what you want in return. Well, clearly not arseholes in writers’ groups. If you defend yourself and get angry or swear, you could be the one who’s thrown out, and sadly, with the society we all live in, we can be thrown out for having a different point of view on something, or because someone “feels” threatened even though they actually haven’t been. So victims can’t defend themselves, and perpetrators are constantly rewarded for their bad behaviour and allowed to stay or allowed to walk free after committing crimes, while the victims have to walk away with nothing.

That’s the type of world we live in, and it’s only getting worse. If only my life would change enough so I didn’t have to put up with arseholes for the next 52 years of my life, because I am absolutely fucking done with them.