Games People Play

I am not a passive-aggressive person, not by any means. Aggressive, yes, sometimes, although I prefer to be assertive since it's much more effective in getting my point across. Passive? Occasionally, when I feel that a situation is beneath me and I don't want to become involved in it, or a person for that matter.

And so it is that I have little patience for the types of women who play games, especially on social media. You know what, wait. I shouldn't say "women," I should say "people." Because face it, folks, some men are just as fucking stupid as we are when it comes to snarking from behind a keyboard.

I like dealing with people on a face-to-face  (or message-to-message) basis. So if I send someone a personal message, especially a NICE one, it chaps my ass (I can't believe I said "chaps my ass") when they not only do not respond directly to me, they make truly stupid posts on the walls of friends they know I will visit, knowing I will see them. 

This seems especially true of the female friends of certain men. I have it going on right now. Whatever my problems with this man, we have an extensive history and if you are his friend and he wants to talk to you then by all means, be friends. I would never deny him a friend. MOST of his friends are women (you're by no means special). Most of those women happen to be beautiful. And they're also friends with me, a lot of them. These women, however, don't play shit behind my back, or make references to super-secret conversations and post snarky little pictures and say "remember what we said about HER?" and stupid shit like that. 

So here's the thing, you sad, lonely broad. You're not ruining anyone's day but your own when you wallow in that kind of misery. Because I don't think about you all day. The only time I think about you is when one of your stupid posts is in my face. And frankly, if the person you're playing the game with doesn't have enough sense to realize that I KNOW the posts are about me and say something about it, I'm probably not going to be reading his wall anymore. I'm not going to stop talking to him, though, so put that mean little thought right out of your mean little head. I'm just not going to pay attention to YOU anymore, and since all you do is post on his wall (which is sad and I know I should feel sorry for you that you have no other friends to pester) that means I won't be visiting his page very often.

So, sunshine, you enjoy your misery. I'm gonna go talk to the amazing friends I have who don't judge but listen when I talk to them about something that's hurting me, or who laugh with me at the ridiculous things we find in every day life. You can go look up pictures to post with "secret messages." Don't worry. I got your secret. You're a bitch. And it's not a secret.