Beloved
2008-08-19, 02:46 PM
How the pineapple do you do that when some *ahem* cannot comprehend a "No, I don't want to hang out with you: not today, not tomorrow, not any other day -- not EVER!"
Seriously. If there was an image I could describe myself in, it would be an image of a kid grabbing onto anything he can with his hands to stay while a stranger's grabbing legs and yanking his legs elsewhere.
This chick, I've known since grade 9 highschool seemed to have followed me from my very first highschool to the final one I graduated in. When I first met her, we both weren't that great on terms. She used to be one of those stranger, random person that you pass by in the halls without a second glance with a twist -- you could easily tell she was a druggie. As I got to know her (unavoidably, she was in all but one class at the time), I found her to be on something 99% of the time I was "with" her. But hey, groupwork aside, I was fine with our relationship. She wasn't a friend, but a random stranger -- I LIKED that.
Two years later, grade 11, I ran into her again. She seemed changed and so starts a brief term of friendship. In this time, I found two things: she may be maturer (if you can call it that), but the things I'd observed in highschool didn't change. That is to say, she was still a druggie -- though less often now, and, she was also still actively doing the 1-guy-a-week routine. Needless to say, some time later, I stopped being in contact with her so often. And I would ASSUME that she knew this too because she ended up hounding me with calls at least 3 times per 2 day period -- not counting the many times she'd call while I was still asleep. I even took to making my mother pick up those calls, and she still didn't get it. Damn, woman. What part of I-don't-want-to-hang-out-with-you do you not understand?
Eventually, she quit hounding me with calls. But during the 2 years time, from graduation to college, it seemed like everywhere I went, with friends, or alone, I'd run into her. Somewhere, somehow. Everytime I run into her, I literally flinch. Why she's so capable of finding me AND so incapable of understanding rejection is completely beyond me -- which is what is scary.
Two minutes ago, while doing some research for an important errand, she randomly calls. Asks how I am, says we haven't hung out for awhile, then demands to do something with me. Almost 4 years later, she still doesn't understand I want to have nothing with her.
Damnit, stupid woman, leave me the pineapple alone! >_____>
Edit: I should add, one more thing that bothers me like you have no idea: She called today to ask to hang out with guys. Urgh. I don't care if she decides a guy is perfect for me: I don't want to be associated with ANYONE she may possibly know.
Edit2: took out some unnecessary profanity. >.> Sorry. I'm irritated.
Edit3: rawr. Guess I did sound like a guy. :x And well...I'm a girl. lol
Seriously. If there was an image I could describe myself in, it would be an image of a kid grabbing onto anything he can with his hands to stay while a stranger's grabbing legs and yanking his legs elsewhere.
This chick, I've known since grade 9 highschool seemed to have followed me from my very first highschool to the final one I graduated in. When I first met her, we both weren't that great on terms. She used to be one of those stranger, random person that you pass by in the halls without a second glance with a twist -- you could easily tell she was a druggie. As I got to know her (unavoidably, she was in all but one class at the time), I found her to be on something 99% of the time I was "with" her. But hey, groupwork aside, I was fine with our relationship. She wasn't a friend, but a random stranger -- I LIKED that.
Two years later, grade 11, I ran into her again. She seemed changed and so starts a brief term of friendship. In this time, I found two things: she may be maturer (if you can call it that), but the things I'd observed in highschool didn't change. That is to say, she was still a druggie -- though less often now, and, she was also still actively doing the 1-guy-a-week routine. Needless to say, some time later, I stopped being in contact with her so often. And I would ASSUME that she knew this too because she ended up hounding me with calls at least 3 times per 2 day period -- not counting the many times she'd call while I was still asleep. I even took to making my mother pick up those calls, and she still didn't get it. Damn, woman. What part of I-don't-want-to-hang-out-with-you do you not understand?
Eventually, she quit hounding me with calls. But during the 2 years time, from graduation to college, it seemed like everywhere I went, with friends, or alone, I'd run into her. Somewhere, somehow. Everytime I run into her, I literally flinch. Why she's so capable of finding me AND so incapable of understanding rejection is completely beyond me -- which is what is scary.
Two minutes ago, while doing some research for an important errand, she randomly calls. Asks how I am, says we haven't hung out for awhile, then demands to do something with me. Almost 4 years later, she still doesn't understand I want to have nothing with her.
Damnit, stupid woman, leave me the pineapple alone! >_____>
Edit: I should add, one more thing that bothers me like you have no idea: She called today to ask to hang out with guys. Urgh. I don't care if she decides a guy is perfect for me: I don't want to be associated with ANYONE she may possibly know.
Edit2: took out some unnecessary profanity. >.> Sorry. I'm irritated.
Edit3: rawr. Guess I did sound like a guy. :x And well...I'm a girl. lol