You made your bed
I just passed the one whose name shall not be mentioned here. I had heard that she had lost a bunch of weight and now she is living with her former "best friend"'s husband and that she was in town. Normally, this strikes fear into my heart, 'What will she destroy this time?'
But, as I drove past her, I noticed that she was all hunkered down in the seat, trying as much as possible to appear unnoticible. I wonder why she doesn't want me to see her?
And a strange thing happened. The waves of rage I was expecting to feel when I saw her devil face never came. In their place, I felt a dollop of smugness and I felt pity.
Smug that I have come to this place and feel so good and content about my life, my world and my place in it (which, after this weekend is in and of itself a small miracle!). The seeing of her shrinking against the seat cushions really pushed it home that I have nothing to feel enviable about where she is concerned. If anything, she should be envious. And i REALLY DON'T CARE. While she may be trying to convince all in the free world that she is gloriously happy with herself and her best-friend's-husband-stealing ways (and her 100 pound body, done wonders for by drugs of all sort of illegal-ness), I know that by that showing me that simple act of trying to disappear into her seat covers, that she is not. And while it may be a baser instinct and completely un-Christian like, I really don't care. I feel like thumbing my nose at her. God, it feels good. Who knew that I was secretly enviable of the trollop? I mean, I knew, but I didn't KNOW. And now I'm not. Neener, neener.
If I had the chance to talk to her, really sit down and tell her, I would tell her that "you can NOT go around making the world a WORSE place than when you found it without some of that shit sticking to you. Paybacks are a bitch, and I'm glad that you are starting to reap your just reward."
I did experience pity. Because I am human and compassionate and really, she has nothing to fear from me besides truth and who am I to judge? No reason to be scared of ME when your life is so delicious. It just seems like such a waste. I feel sad for her mom, that Snaily's reflection might be cast upon her mom. I feel terrible for her children, that she doesn't care and leaves them willy-nilly with whomever, whenever, just so long as they don't get in the way of her good time. But her, feel sorry? not necessarily so.
She made her bed, may she long lie in it.
But, as I drove past her, I noticed that she was all hunkered down in the seat, trying as much as possible to appear unnoticible. I wonder why she doesn't want me to see her?
And a strange thing happened. The waves of rage I was expecting to feel when I saw her devil face never came. In their place, I felt a dollop of smugness and I felt pity.
Smug that I have come to this place and feel so good and content about my life, my world and my place in it (which, after this weekend is in and of itself a small miracle!). The seeing of her shrinking against the seat cushions really pushed it home that I have nothing to feel enviable about where she is concerned. If anything, she should be envious. And i REALLY DON'T CARE. While she may be trying to convince all in the free world that she is gloriously happy with herself and her best-friend's-husband-stealing ways (and her 100 pound body, done wonders for by drugs of all sort of illegal-ness), I know that by that showing me that simple act of trying to disappear into her seat covers, that she is not. And while it may be a baser instinct and completely un-Christian like, I really don't care. I feel like thumbing my nose at her. God, it feels good. Who knew that I was secretly enviable of the trollop? I mean, I knew, but I didn't KNOW. And now I'm not. Neener, neener.
If I had the chance to talk to her, really sit down and tell her, I would tell her that "you can NOT go around making the world a WORSE place than when you found it without some of that shit sticking to you. Paybacks are a bitch, and I'm glad that you are starting to reap your just reward."
I did experience pity. Because I am human and compassionate and really, she has nothing to fear from me besides truth and who am I to judge? No reason to be scared of ME when your life is so delicious. It just seems like such a waste. I feel sad for her mom, that Snaily's reflection might be cast upon her mom. I feel terrible for her children, that she doesn't care and leaves them willy-nilly with whomever, whenever, just so long as they don't get in the way of her good time. But her, feel sorry? not necessarily so.
She made her bed, may she long lie in it.
posted by Lori | 4:50 PM
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