One of my friends recently posted a blog entry in which she said "fuck you" to all of the people that had mistreated her in 2006. I thought about doing the same, but honestly found that I can't summon up that kind of bile. Rather, I feel saddened by those that mistreated me in 2006.
So, here's the list of people that saddened me in 2006:
All of the men and women so focused on their own horniness that they couldn't be bothered to get to know me as a whole person (the list is too long to mention them all). Instead, I was simply a fuck toy or a masturbatory object to them. Their loss.
All of the married guys who hit on me. Although, I'm perfectly fine with saying "fuck you" to them, 'cuz I believe in monogamy. Or, open polyamory. Cheating is for loser assholes. Fix it, live with it, or get out, jerkoffs. I did.
Tim, who was so focused on making sure I didn't fall for him that he ended up fucking with my head pretty badly instead. If he'd just been honest and up-front, things wouldn't have gone so badly wrong, since I am a reasonable and analytical person who had a very clear idea of why a relationship was impossible and didn't really need any help in that department.
Kevin, who doesn't know how to relate to women except by hitting on them.
Andrew and Will, to whom I was once important, but who apparently moved on without treating me with the respect I deserved as their friend.
Mo, who swore he was so very interested in dating me, but who blew me off not once, but twice.
Mandy, who is apparently one of those people who drops all her friends once she gets in a romantic relationship. I hope that, when things go badly wrong with him, Mandy, that you don't find you have no friends left to turn to for comfort.
Alan, who couldn't seem to tell the difference between properly pacing a relationship, and being pent up emotionally. Geez, sorry I wasn't willing to blow off existing plans with friends in order to see you for a *second date* two days earlier than planned.
Everyone who didn't want to be my friend until I posted NSFW pics. And, for that matter, all those who looked past my profile on dating and networking sites until I put up photos that met the societal standard for "more attractive" (curled hair, makeup, cleavage).
That bastard who nearly merged into me on the highway, causing me to crash, then drove off without stopping. I hope your conscience is killing you for that one, asshole. OK, I do say "fuck you" to this guy; at the very least he's costing me my $250 deductible plus whatever happens to my insurance.
On the other side of the coin, in 2006 I was thankful for:
Jason, now my best friend and confidante. You were my rock, sweetheart; I don't know how I would have made it through the soap opera of my life without you.
My family. Always there for me, and such great people, whose company I always enjoy.
Charlie, who's been my friend and loved me since I was 12 years old.
Donna and Barry, my best hang-out-and-do-nothing friends. Plus, Donna came up with the schoolteacher theme, so thank her for those photos.
Cindee, for taking me out clubbing for the first time in 12 years. We need to do it again!
Damian, for always challenging me, and for helping me learn about myself. And yes, I'm thankful to you. :P And not just for the screaming orgasm.
My friends at work, who listen to my crap and support me, and who were the ones most instrumental in helping me adjust socially after my divorce. Plus, they get stuck taking care of my cats when I go out of town.
My ex-husband Greg, for always being there for me despite our divorce. For repeatedly hooking up my elecronics, helping me with my Christmas tree, bringing me chicken soup when I was sick, and taking care of my cats while I'm on vacation. And , most of all, for thinking
that t-shirt I gave him was funny.
For all of the good CherryTap friends I've made, especially the wonderful ones in my CT family. You treat me with respect and kindness, and you always make me feel beautiful and special.
