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Much sympathy Boboss; hope it gets sorted as pleasantly as possible.
Now, the frowning: My birthday (extended) weekend just passed (it is, in fact, the day, today), and I spent it jotting about the LA area visiting on person here, another there, and generally having a good time. It's just now hit me that in four nights, I had four different friends get in trouble with their SOs, when said Significants decided we were probably (or definitely) having sex. So far we've got one count of liberally-tossed about 'whore' and 'slut' in a parking lot, one count of threatened sexuality-correcting rape, a huge amount of totally unfounded mistrust all 'round, and two short lectures by different people on how you can't trust someone who's bi because as one put it you don't know what they'll do.
I'm not really angry, and it took all day today for it to really settle in my head into a clear pattern. Nothing went to the point, nothing was new or innovative enough, to get me really pissed off. I am very sad that I know too many people, apparently, who're dating, married to, or in the process of divorcing paranoid assholes. I'm immensely tired of silly if they'd only just choose/excuse to be slutty bi-fear, and my realization that I have actual ethics, even if the framing elements/motivations aren't necessarily the best, is all wrapped up and choked by bitter indignancy at the presumptuousness against me. I mean, it's my birthday, right? Couldn't I at least get a couple days off from this shit?
If I have to tolerate assholes for the sake of friends' peace, I'd like to pretend the assholes could tolerate me for an equal measure and just shut up. Stupid real world not working like I want it to, regardless of how many times I sigh. |
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