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Blunt!
I'm entering a very blunt phase right now. This means I call it like I see it, and let the chips fall where they may.
That means I'm a bitch. However, I try to be an honest bitch. I'm also not going to name names, out of respect for people's privacy.
Dear ms preggette:
What in the fuck are you thinking? A baby?? You have no income, no place to live that's your own, and a raft of physical and mental problems. You used to be homeless, and probably will be again. Shit, girl, get your own fucking life in order before you add a new one to it!! Have you really thought this crap through, or are you just keeping it because it's too late to get an easy abortion? A kid sure won't fix your shit, and the life you have to offer is not good - you are not ready to be a mommy. Let's face it, no guy who wants a sweet young lay is gonna want to change the kid's diapers.
Dear mr suave:
You are a nice guy, to a person's face, but you are also a flake and a head gamer. I know more about you, and the relationships and friendships littered in your wake, than you might think. I can put together observations, sift the truth out of angst laden bitterness (10%), and get a real good picture. Hell, if what's happened with your current one is what I think it is, I'm gonna be pissed. You don't fuck over the disabled to get some lesbian tail. I know just how persuasive a guy like you can be, so that lots of chicks will think it's their idea, until it's far too late. Your preference is fat chicks with low self esteem, bi or lesbian, that you can sucker in with compliments, persuade to abandon their commitments and pledge allegience to you, and then dump when you're tired of playing with them. I wonder if you keep score.
Dear flip-flop:
Make up your frigging mind! You walk in to drama, then embrace it like it's your own, when previously you wanted nothing to do with it! I thought you were trying to grow out of the drama storm. I wouldn't ordinarily care, or even say anything, but I am a bit protective of people in my sphere of influence. Your number one priority, as I see it, is to get your own health stuff dealt with. I really don't want to bury another younger friend.
General audience:
I very, very, very rarely break off friendships. They may become strained because of unresolved arguments, or distant as circumstances change. There's a reason that there are people I'm still friends with (to one degree or another) after 20 or more years. I know people, including myself, are fallible and have issues. But if you're mine, you're mine, and I get concerned when you do dumbass things, and when the people around you do dumbass or dangerous stuff (and drag you in). I'm protective, and though I may not be rich and powerful, I have a very, very, very long memory for some things. I do what I can, when I can.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ, and my usual whining about money and health.
That means I'm a bitch. However, I try to be an honest bitch. I'm also not going to name names, out of respect for people's privacy.
Dear ms preggette:
What in the fuck are you thinking? A baby?? You have no income, no place to live that's your own, and a raft of physical and mental problems. You used to be homeless, and probably will be again. Shit, girl, get your own fucking life in order before you add a new one to it!! Have you really thought this crap through, or are you just keeping it because it's too late to get an easy abortion? A kid sure won't fix your shit, and the life you have to offer is not good - you are not ready to be a mommy. Let's face it, no guy who wants a sweet young lay is gonna want to change the kid's diapers.
Dear mr suave:
You are a nice guy, to a person's face, but you are also a flake and a head gamer. I know more about you, and the relationships and friendships littered in your wake, than you might think. I can put together observations, sift the truth out of angst laden bitterness (10%), and get a real good picture. Hell, if what's happened with your current one is what I think it is, I'm gonna be pissed. You don't fuck over the disabled to get some lesbian tail. I know just how persuasive a guy like you can be, so that lots of chicks will think it's their idea, until it's far too late. Your preference is fat chicks with low self esteem, bi or lesbian, that you can sucker in with compliments, persuade to abandon their commitments and pledge allegience to you, and then dump when you're tired of playing with them. I wonder if you keep score.
Dear flip-flop:
Make up your frigging mind! You walk in to drama, then embrace it like it's your own, when previously you wanted nothing to do with it! I thought you were trying to grow out of the drama storm. I wouldn't ordinarily care, or even say anything, but I am a bit protective of people in my sphere of influence. Your number one priority, as I see it, is to get your own health stuff dealt with. I really don't want to bury another younger friend.
General audience:
I very, very, very rarely break off friendships. They may become strained because of unresolved arguments, or distant as circumstances change. There's a reason that there are people I'm still friends with (to one degree or another) after 20 or more years. I know people, including myself, are fallible and have issues. But if you're mine, you're mine, and I get concerned when you do dumbass things, and when the people around you do dumbass or dangerous stuff (and drag you in). I'm protective, and though I may not be rich and powerful, I have a very, very, very long memory for some things. I do what I can, when I can.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ, and my usual whining about money and health.
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Let's see 20+ years, generic Flake-in-a-box, teenage angst from someone who is supposed to be an adult. Yep, glad I am no longer involved.
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one too many years...
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Re: one too many years...