Assholes, I'm surrounded by assholes...

The BBQ Pit
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<WARNING> This thread leads nowhere, I just wanted to moan, please feel free to read it and laugh at my pain, at least then some slight shard humour can be gleaned from the day. </WARNING>

Don’t you just hate it when people go out of their way just to make things awkward for you, even when there’s no reason to do it, and they don’t even know how awkward they are making you feel?
I arranged to go out into town with a friend of mine today and when we met up I saw that he had brought a couple of his friends along. I’m not going to name any names but these two girls are the most rude, annoying, bitchy, uncouth, moronic excuses for human beings who ever walked the earth. They hate me and I hate them and that relationship suits us all just fine, we do everything in our collective powers to avoid even a chance meeting, such is the strength of feeling between us. But today my friend brought them along with him presumably without without telling them I was going to be there and DEFINATELY without telling me. The atmosphere was ice cold the whole day. My friend ( who is no longer my friend being, as he is, one of the several assholes to which this thread’s title is referring ) just did it for the fun of it because he gets on with me and these two girls and wants us to be friends. These friendships had the effect of blinding him to both the sub-zero atmosphere and the cold hatred crackling in the air. He is an asshole (even though he doesn’t really mean to be; I guess you could say he is an unintentional asshole), I am surrounded by assholes and that is all I have to say thank you for reading this far down. Ahh, I feel much better for typing that.

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The question is - how did you deal with it?

'Twere me, I’d have high-tailed it out of there post-haste. Like the old saying goes . . . “If I don’t like the movie. I get up and leave.”

a similar thing happened to me years back. A girl who I had broken up with years before, came back into my life as a friend. She was seeing someone else at the time. She then tells me she is breaking up with him. Ok. No skin off of my dick. She then asks me out. I guess so, just exploratory, see how it goes. I arrive at the club and she is with the guy she just told me she broke up with. She greets me with a smile like nothing is amiss. It’s not even like had an inherant dis-like for this guy, but it was just damn awkward.
I was true to my word - adios, I’m outa here. She then calls me at home wondering why I didn’t stick around. I think some people just don’t think. That’s the big problem.

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I had to stay in town for a while anyway because I had to buy some stuff for my computer, but as soon as I was done counting my change I high tailed it out of there like road runner with a stick of dynamite up his backside.

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I feel your pain, man.

There are few people in this world that I really, truly loathe. One of these people is Beth, a very good friend of my best friend, and the feeling is mutual.

My friend and I decide to drive to Madison, WI for this gay-lesbian-bisexual gathering party thingy along with a couple other people. No problem there. I get time off work, save up some money, I was good to go.

About a week before the trip, my friend casually mentions that Beth is going. Now, my friend knew how I felt about Beth. I voiced my concerns that there might be trouble, not necessarily from me, I happen to be a reasonable person, and I am able to maintain an air of civility while around people I hate. Beth, on the other hand, is a nutcase. My friend, of course, insisted that if I was nice, everything would be groovy. (Uh-huh. It’s always my fault when Bethie throws a tantrum.)

So, we set off on the 4 hour drive to Madison. Things run smoothly, even though I was crammed next to the bitch in the back seat for the entire trip. Absolutely nothing happened the entire day that would upset a normal human being. We arrive at the place we were crashing, we hang out, it gets to be late evening, and all of a sudden Beth excuses herself to go outside. A while later, I happen to glance out the window and I see Beth is crying. I mention this to my friend, and of course, he goes rushing out there. I overhear a little of what they’re talking about, and apparently little Bethie was upset because, in her little mind, my friend spends more time with me than with her. (Did I mention that this woman was 22 years old and a year away from becoming an elementary school teacher? Well, I guess she can relate to her students on the same level.) I can understand that this girl had problems, but damn…

I actually ran into her a few months ago, I hadn’t seen her in about 2 years. She happens to be a cousin of a very good friend of mine, Amber. Amber’s brother was having a big birthday party with kegs and the like, and I agreed to go, after making sure that Beth would not be there. Amber assured me that Beth had never shown up to one of their family’s parties, it’s doubtful that she’d come to this one. Well, I’m standing there, and whom should come waltzing through the door?

Once again, I was totally civil…but boy, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

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