People have a preconceived opinion of me before we have met. Most would vote that I am bitch. I guess I exude bitch, I have a bitch colored aura or something. After we meet and become friends/ acquaintances / business involved they soon began to believe on the far opposite end of the spectrum. I am nice, I won’t stand up for myself, I can be pushed around. They would be wrong in both assumptions. I actually would claim the first title but it would differ from my “most of the time.” Right now though…we haven’t been introduced.

What happens with the ones who get to know me is that they push, and push, and push and eventually I turn  into that person they thought I was before they really got to know me. The “bitch” title is placed upon me because after enough I take up for myself with intelligent rhetoric, a nice argument, a size 10 putting my foot down and it is never received well. There is also the occasional “you’re being a complete ass fart” that slips out of my mouth but honestly, if you are indeed being an asshole you needn’t be offended when I call you out on it.

Here is the just of it. We may be moving. Our neighbors were not happy about this fact. {Our good neighbors, not the scary ones.} They were slightly irritated and understandably so becausee we share a driveway. That’s really a hit or miss with the potential of new neighbors. I apologized that it was inconvenient for them. I know they were stressing about it but I can’t make life decisions based on others irritations.

The disappointment of others continues to flow in this week. From almost every direction. Another friend is mad at us because he isn’t happy with our decisions.

There about 50 other little disappointments in others that I have encountered just this week. Including the crazed woman who pulled up beside me to yell and scream at me while I was sitting at the stop sign today. She was coming the opposite direction. I had no encounters with her, never drove past her, I was just sitting. I think that much like a Sim I have a bubble above my head saying, “Hey it’s fuck with Jamie week. 50 Life Points” and with each sucky interaction someone somewhere is gaining meanie points.

Poor kitty, if he only knew.

At this point I am thinking about chewing off kitten toes and spitting them at people who come near me like a kid with a straw in 6th grade. Just so they all go away or at least have a reason to treat me like crap. I am going to stay inside today, shut the computer off, not drive because I am afraid is someone else pulls up next to complaining about absolutely nothing I may open the door in a quick swift motion and drive away. Now you have a reason to yell at me, you’re welcome.

I am not apologizing for this post. I could care less if you don’t like it or if you are mentioned in it.  If you don’t like it go buy your own domain, create a blog, obtain some awesome readers and complain about it. My only apology is to my readers because I haven’t posted in whopping 3 weeks. I have been ridiculously busy collecting kitten toes, honing my skills, and becoming a very efficient target.

Made especially for you.

Here is all you need to know. If I do things for you, everything you ask, EVER. Don’t bitch at me. If I bend over backwards for you and your family. Don’t bitch at me. If I apologize to you repeatedly like I do when someone comes in the out door at the grocery even though I am going the right direction. Don’t bitch at me. When SOMEONE ELSE does something and you need someone to take it out on. Don’t bitch at me. Don’t continue to bitch at me, don’t be snide, don’t try and manipulate or bully me because after the 100th unfounded apology I am done. They do run out. I run out. I am out of fuel. I am out of sympathy. I would say to kiss my ass but at this point I feel lethal  like a porcupine. You will be walking around with quills sticking out of your face and when someone asks “What happened to you?” you will have to say, “Jamie’s ass..” That would be embarrassing for you.

{You know when spell check doesn’t work I have to actually spell check myself, even WordPress is mad at me. I left two ee’s in “because” because I am trying to turn this disappointing people into a career. I’m going places y’all.}