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Let us begin with an anecdote.
So, today at summer camp (not band camp, sorry) I came in ignorantly unaware of actions performed the previous week. My "friend" (aquaintance), we shall call her OA for short (and yes, the O is for overdramatic) had a bit of a tip onto the crazy side today. I literally do mean that. Crazy. Psychotic. Loony-bin worthy. And that's a lot from me, seeing as I plan to be a psychologist.
Anyway, apparently the previous Saturday, her boyfriend broke up with her over MySpace (insert gasp here). Yes, he goes to camp as well. Personally I'm not all for making couples at a summer camp, but that's my own opinion.
Slightly after lunchtime, she had mascara running down her face and was repeating in a dreadful voice "I'm going to hurt him. I'm going to kill him. He just used me. EVERYONE JUST USES ME!" No, not exaggerating either. Meanwhile, her ex hadn't said a word to her, and quite frankly was more polite than most exes tend to be. Anyway, the psycho attitude didn't improve, only changed from homicidal to suicidal rage. "I promised myself I wouldn't smile for a month. (Cue funny jokes) NO! I CAN'T SMILE! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" (slightly exaggerated) "I can't be happy, and I can't make anyone else happy. No one would care if I died." (not exaggerating)
Here was my cue: "Everyone raise your hands if you'd care if OA died." Everyone in the vicinity raised their hands. She bursts into tears and continues. "No, they wouldn't, they're just saying that to make me feel better, they don't really care!" I mentioned that if they really didn't care then they wouldn't bother trying to make her feel better, but she ignored me in her psychotic state. "YOU DON'T THINK I'LL KILL MYSELF. I WILL! I WILL KILL MYSELF! AND YOU WOULDN'T CARE!" (nope, still not exaggerated)
It was at this point I got rather irritated and couldn't help thinking to myself: "Wow, I didn't act this bad, even with my situation." Come to think about it, I hardly reacted at all, even though mine is quite worse than hers, which wasn't that bad at all. Here, take a peek.
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A week or two before my birthday, the middle of July about (not that the date provides much significance), I get a text from my boyfriend (yes, it's what you're thinking). "I think we should try just being friends. We haven't hung around much and I think this friends thing could work." Of course not regarding the fact that I invited him to go to recent baseball games (yuck), new movies (nothing good), and a trip to the mall (not too much to do there), and the fact that I was going on vacation the next week. So, with doubt in my mind, I reply "Alright, I think that can work."
No word from him since.
And so I send a fairly simple text message with complex terms riddled throughout. The most of it was as follows: "Friendship my a**. Reply if you feel different, but as of now, you are no longer in my life." Of course much more polite, a slightly poetic feel, and much more anger and disappointment. You can guess what's next: no response.
Over the following week, while I was on vacation, his best friend and I exchanged a few words. Naturally, he tried to stick up for him, but once that failed he admitted to the truth. Turns out he was already going to the movies with another girl weeks prior. Again, cliche, cliche.
This next part is actually quite odd, but I swear upon it to be the truth. Being completely honest, I actually felt better in a way to know that he was that much of a jerk about it, as opposed to just the genuine break up not-for-other-girls way. Seems bemusing, I suppose, but think about it this way. If he hadn't have cheated, then it would mean that there was actually something wrong with me that he broke up with, as opposed to his own selfish, judgemental path that he obviously took. The fact that his dignity was so low that he would take the whore approach just proves that there is something wrong with him, and that logically speaking I'm lucky to have him out of my hair. I don't really care if you disagree, just play along; it'll make me feel better.
I honestly don't know if I'm underreacting, or if I wasn't that interested from the start, but I do think my situation is much worse than OA's, right? Who knows, MySpace is a bit worse than text, but cheating beats out both, so yeah, she hardly had a right to go half-insane over one breakup. Who knows though, I guess different chicks react to different things. Ah, the complications of the human race.
Doctor Kes · Tue Aug 19, 2008 @ 01:55am · 0 Comments |
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