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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

I have been so bitchy recently that the universe has decided to teach me a lesson. I was griping about my friends not caring for me anymore, and so there...

my officemates came in late from lunch, toting a giant red-and-gold parcel, a gift for my wedding on sunday. I am now so SHY!!! eeeep.

Monday, November 10, 2003

Methinks ´tis strange you can´t afford
One pitying look, one parting word;
HUMANITY claims this as due,
But what is HUMANITY to you?

--Elizabeth Thomas


I decided that I should write in this blog more often. It beats ranting in a yahoogroup or on a message board. Here you can say what you want to say, consequences be damned.

The above poem is for my ex, who, after I loved her for more than a year, left me to go to Taiwan with a promise to return. Instead, she broke up with me by writing me a four-sentence email, after less than a month of being there. Even then it wouldn't have been so bad, if only I hadn't found out that she was exchanging "i love yous" with her UNDERAGED ex, that her now gf was not stationed in Taiwan (that would be understandable, perhaps she was not LDR material) but here, where I am.

It's been more than a year... I'm sure there are people shaking their heads and muttering "get over it". I am over her... I'm happily engaged, to be married this Sunday. But I still seethe at the way she left me. To rub salt into the wounds of my pride, she now treats me like I don't exist, like we were never even friends or org mates, like she's afraid I have some deadly virus or that I'll stalk her forever. Good lord, if I had been that vindictive I could have easily told her ex's mom about them, i could tell the place where she works that she's a dyke, i could have told them (and given solid proof) that she had an affair with... well. I could have, but I didn't, did I? I have my principles intact.

Get this - it's not so much that she left, it's that she did it in a way that majorly violated my sense of right and wrong. It's really ironic, since so much of that is gray area, that she touched on one of the very few black-and-white spots. I FEEL WRONGED. It all boils down to "I understand that you were away, but you could have given me a decent goodbye when you came back, handled it with more grace, and shown me that I was, at the very very least, a good lay. You could have said 'it's over' and shook my hand, and it would have been alright."

I also feel taken advantage of. She lived with me and my family during that year, and we fed her, took care of her. I want to kick myself all around the continent for being the target of such freeloading. Not that I minded at the time, but if I had known what an INGRATE that woman was, I would have broken it off immediately. Not even a word of thanks. Not even the decency to say she was sorry. NOTHING. And I never saw it coming.

Spineless. Inhuman. Bastos. Cheat. Whatever happened to face-to-face farewells, or even voice-to-voice? So what if technology makes it easier. Fuck technology. It's just plain WRONG.

To ex: I deserve more, you bloody piece of spineless vomit of the offspring of a monkey's slave and her master.

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