I wasted some twenty minutes of my life yesterday. I had made the wrong decision of dropping by a toxic “friend’s” blog, which I had not done so for the longest time, reason being that the said blog is mostly updated with constant meaningless whining and negativity. There is a certain limit to the amount of negative energy one can stomach.
To my surprise, her recent few posts are positive to say the least. But keeping in line with her character, the “positivity” is meant to put others down.
By insisting that no others are as fortunate as you are, and by insisting that others don’t get more love than you have, you not only look sad and desperate for validation - the whole diatribe reeks of narrow mindedness and low self esteem.
In wanting to insult one particular person, you ended insulting everyone you know. What kind of toxic person are you?
One can be very fortunate. One can be very loved. Is there a need to declare that NO ONE is as fortunate as you are and NO ONE is as loved as you are? Stating one’s happiness on the childish insistence of absence in others - ugly and toxic. Says a lot about you as a person.
I pondered for a while on dedicating a whole blog post to point-by-point address the petty accusations thrown forth but in doing so, I would stoop to that kind of low level that I despise so much. The whole post is crass, vulgar and low class - and says pretty much about the writer herself. In fact, there are a few posts dedicated to such venom. And I shall leave it to the readers to see and judge for themselves.
In being ridiculously accused of being envious, I don’t like to be envious or jealous of others, as you have opt confessed to be. I will work towards what I want, unlike the meaningless habit of whining about it. I have the least reason to be envious of you. If the truth be known and at the risk of sounding mean, I have always felt sorry, if not pity, for you. For all your professions of being high class and “atas”, you don’t have what it takes and you won’t work for it. What gives? The result is constant whining and more whining.
For all your professions of being so loved and all, what we all see is still more constant whining and “emo” nonsense and imposing on a hospitalized patient in her room till 5 am in the morning - refusing to let your sick friend rest. Not everything is about you and you still have not learned that.
In everything that I have done for you, you have felt neither appreciation or gratitude. Not that I need these but to be “rewarded” with such venomous ingratitude is not something I would have expected. There are so many other things that you have been toxic about but since we have come to this stage, I see no need to address those issues anymore. You know what you did and I hope you can live with it.
Your problem is that you cannot accept other’s happiness and moving upwards in life. You can’t embrace a friend doing better than you are. Otherwise you will not feel the need to trample so desperately and proclaim yourself top dog. I don’t feel anger. I only feel sadness.
The tone of this post is not positioned in the manner of the “damsel in distress, I am so piteous” angle and neither is it positioned in the aggressive, vulgar and crass manner you are so fond of.
I am matter of factly and very calmly telling you that you are officially out of my life. I will not be dropping by your blog anymore, the msn and gchat have been duly deactivated, I will no longer feel angry or sorry for you and I hope to move forward in my life, just as I hope you will move forward in yours. I feel no malice or grudge towards you in doing so, just that we are two very different people and I no longer wish to keep up appearances.
Perhaps Posh had unknowingly hit the nail on the head when she plurked this earlier on:
“you could have all the love in the world and yet you feel empty inside.”
I am glad that I don’t need to have all the love in the world and I feel very happy and contented with what I have.
The only thing that I am sorry about this whole ugly saga is that I don’t want our mutual friends to feel awkwardness. This is not primary school where I don’t friend her you also cannot friend her kinda nonsense. My friendship with you and your friendship with her are mutually exclusive matters.
Moreover I don’t hate her. I don’t feel anything towards her. I don’t know which is sadder though.
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