Reed
"Oh, I wanna hit you just to see if you cry
I keep knocking on wood
Hoping there's a real boy inside"I hate fake people. If you don't like me, don't talk to me. Simple, is it not? I understand wanting everyone to like you. I really do, but if all of your friends are based on this person that they think you are, then what's the point? I recently came into contact with someone who I can only describe as a manipulate bitch, excuse my language. Anyway, she has made everyone believe that she is this sweet and innocent little baby; however, there are a select few of us who know otherwise. Still, it amazes me the lengths that she will go to win me over. Until this point in time, she has refrained from directly speaking to me, but last night, she sent me an apology text because she was "under the impression that I didn't care for her because I didn't think she cared for me." Well, gee! What ever gave you that idea? She then proceeded to launch into this big explanation of why she acts the way she does and a few other things not relevant to this blog.
Now coming from any other person, I would have taken this as a kind way to "bury the hatchet" so to speak. Unfortunately for her, I can't see this as anything more than a desperate attempt to add another name to her list of "friends." With that said, I can't help but respect her. Before you say anything, hear me out. This girl, in her own fucked up way, has reached out to me in a seemingly "adult" manner to, if nothing else, keep up appearances. Therefore, I should respond in a similar way, so I did. Now, the interesting part of all of this is that she gave me complete and total power. I could have lashed back at her with some type of meaningless, "bitchy" comment or chosen to handle it the way that I did, civilly. From here, I can proceed any way I want. The ball is in my court. I'm running the show (however you want to phrase it), and it feels good. This must be the feeling she thrives on. So if nothing else, whether she knows it or not, her apology gave me a glimpse into her thinking, her real thinking. I don't necessarily like her any more than I did before, but I understand her. That's all.