I don’t have a lot of friends. This is intentional for two reasons. For one, I’m a really busy person and I don’t have a lot of free time to spend maintaining friendships that I wouldn’t rather spend doing something else. For another, I attract the wrong kinds of people in general and have had some failed relationships with people who turned out to be complete shit and they’ve kind of turned me off to the whole idea of people in general. So I have like 5 friends, only 2 of whom I see with any kind of regularity.
I recently lost one of those two. It wasn’t my fault. Her husband did something creepy and then she got ashamed, or whatever, and has pretty much stopped talking to me. It’s fine because, even before her husband turned gross, I already wasn’t initiating conversations with her much at all anymore. She’s one of those people who bitches and bitches and bitches about her life but completely refuses to do anything at all about it and is deaf to any advice, ever. Very draining. So I’m okay with not having that one anymore.
And now I’m done with friend #2 for a host of reasons which is the point of this post.
I had a baby at the end of October. She has, more than once, made really gross, inappropriate comments about her breasts and my infant. Example re: the idea of her babysitting him which I never even approached as an option because I’m a SAHM and am able to schedule anything I might need a babysitter for around my husband’s schedule so I’m not even sure how it got brought up. Anyway, I nurse. So she says, re: babysitting the infant: “Well, I couldn’t breastfeed him but I could be a decent pacifier for a bit…” That was the last of maybe 4-5 comments in the span of about three weeks, none quite that bad but all really tasteless and retarded. So I approached it as calmly as I could and was like, “WTF, you really just said that? No, you’re not a fucking ‘pacifier’, stop making gross comments about your boobs and my baby.”
Backing up just a bit because that comment was really the end for me. A long time ago I loaned her a couple movies, Idiocracy and Anchorman, because she’d never seen them and I like them and think they are funny and thought she might enjoy them. I got them back like a month later with the comment that she hadn’t watched them at all because she doesn’t really watch movies. Ever. Okay, cool. Thanks for giving them back. But she DOESN’T WATCH MOVIES, okay?
I was having a text conversation ages ago, when The Walking Dead first started and before I got into it, like, “OMFG, zombies are SO LAME and Husband is watching this retarded show and blah blah, hate.” And she was like, “Yeah, zombies are dumb. I don’t get the whole zombie thing at all.”
So zombies are super lame AND she doesn’t watch movies ever at all.
My husband is a zombie FREAK. Zombie movies and zombie apocalypse “what if” conversations, and he participates in a semi-competitive three gun match thing every year colloquially referred to as “The Zombie Shoot.” He’s very, very into “the whole zombie thing” that this woman doesn’t “get” at all. So she starts watching the Walking Dead. She’s very into it. FINE, it’s a decent show. Whatever.
But then she rents World War Z (which was retarded, btw) and comes over to my house to watch it. The woman who doesn’t get zombies, thinks they’re lame, and doesn’t watch movies EVER rented a zombie movie to watch at my house. With me and my zombie-loving husband. And she’s making weird comments about putting her tits in my kid’s mouth. And she’s changed entirely how she posts on Facebook and posts like me now*. And I’ve seen The Hand that Rocks the Cradle. I don’t remember a lot of the details, but I’ve seen it and I’m immediately happy that I don’t have a greenhouse.
Creepy. It’s GROSS. And my husband, in response to zombies and Facebook, is like, “Yeah, well you’re awesome. Maybe she just looks up to you?” But zombies are his thing, not mine, so that’s not it and I think she’s trying to be impressive for him for some reason. Facebook, maybe. Maybe she thinks I’m funny and is trying to mimic that. Okay. Fucking CREEPY. Explain the nasty comments about our son? “Oh, obviously she’s socially retarded. Yeah, that’s not okay.” Thanks. So again I backed way off. And I think she’s pissed at me for going off on her because I haven’t really heard from her, either. She texted me after last week’s Walking Dead and I wished so hard I had this guy on my text app: :rolleyes:
Every time I post in these threads I have to wonder if maybe I should just start my own damn thread. I don’t think I’ve ever posted a “mini” rant. So here’s the mini version: having friends is dumb and creepy people are gross and weird. Oh, and she’s always been a complete flake on top of these more recent developments. She just sucks in general.
- I post funny things my kids say all the time. I have a three year old and he says some pretty silly things. She’s literally never done this until recently, despite having had a three year old three years ago and a kindergartner now. Also, I bitch a TON about retarded macros, those “SHARE THIS FOR GOOD LUCK!” posts, “SHARE THIS SO YOU DON’T LOSE IT” recipe posts, pretty much anything scammy, bullshit missing persons crap, etc. I link to snopes a fair bit. I’m snarky and bitchy and I swear a lot and I talk down to people and generally don’t care because I hate it when people post stupid shit like that. Guess who’s bitching a lot lately about everything I just listed? Except she’s not funny at all so put that in the fail column.
God, fuck her. Rawr, this post pisses me off all over again now!
