Hi Hater!
Jan 21, 2009 Friendship, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
For those of you who know me, I am an extremely sentimental person. I reflect on my past a lot, and really revel in the times that I am able to reconnect with someone from my past. I can’t help it, because it is who I am. Part of my hard wiring. You also may already know about my 4 years served in the military. That time period in my life is something that I hold near and dear to my heart. I grew so much in that period of my life. I connected with lovers, friends and myself.
Furthermore, if you have partied with me… you also know that 99% of the time, I am a fun drunk. A happy, flirty, loveable drunk. I dont do drama. If I am out, it is kick it time. I dont get many of these moments to really let loose, so the last motherfucking thing I want to deal with is a dramafest. Not mine, not yours, not anybodies.
Where are you going with this, you ask? Well I will tell you. Heh.
This weekend I went on an overnight trip with Tarable and her mom for her mom’s birthday. Girls only, drunk fun. We rode the ferry over to a beautiful resort/casino and stayed in the Presidential Suite as if we were rock stars. We all kind-of needed to deflate for our own separate reasons, but it worked. We drank and ate and dolled the fuck up to go gamble on our coin-starred change.
When we arrived, we passed 2 guys. I immediately recognized him, but I could not put his face with where I knew him from. We stepped into the elevator and started our girls trip. I totally forgot about me running into him and commenced to vodka-ing with my girls. After hours in the casino, we made our way back to our room. Wasted. Like blurry wasted. As we were stumbling down the hallway, I ran into this guy again. This time, my endless shots of Stolichynaya jogged loose the brain cell that connected what time period he came from.
The Navy. The USS Carl Vinson, to be exact.
“Oh SHIT!” I slurred. “Daniel Floyd!” (Name changed to not get sued or whatever happens to people who use real names without expressed consent)
“I thought I knew you.” he smiled.
“OMG!! How have you been?! What have you been up to since you got out?”
“BlahBlahBlah… YakkitySchmakkity”
Some more “BlahBlahs and YakkitySchmakkitys” commenced before he asked: “Are you married?”
This is where all hell turns loose. Apparently his cunt of a fiancee was eavesdropping on our conversation. Or, she walked out shortly before he asked if I had a husband. Regardless, the skank starts yelling at him about being a son of a bitch and some more drama that I was not trying to be a part of.
What did I do? Walked the fuck away. Back to my room, my party, my fun. This dude’s sister in law comes to the door, asking what happened because apparently:
1) My Navy friend (duh) has a history of cheating.
2) The fiancee is convinced that we were going to fuck right there in the hall.
So my drunk self gets all lovey and “Oh no! It wasnt even LIKE that!!!” and we make our way to their room so I can apologize to the cunt fiancee about the misunderstanding. We go, I apologize… and somehow I offended this stupid cunt. I do not remember how or why… but I DO remember being physically removed from their room and called a whore.
Um.
Begin drunken offended and humiliated tailspin. I was so upset and offended that I brought this back into the party. Thank goodness for my best friend. She reminded me that I am better than that drama, and even though it was humiliating and offensive… I know that what I did in the situation was not wrong. She also reminded me that we were fucking hot bitches, and they were haters. Like, “Hi Hater” haters. Like, really fucking hating on the fact that her man cheats and probably with girls prettier than her trashy self. Yep, you put your hands on me and call me a whore when I am trying to be the bigger person, and I am gonna point the flaws.
Lesson Learned: Don’t answer the door. Just let them knock and think whatever they want to think, because no matter the amount of class and respect you try to have… you cannot force a trashy, sloppy, hater cuntskank to think anything different than what she already thinks.
Fucking Skank. That’s why your ‘man’ probably is still thinking about me.
Have you ever experienced Haterism?
Have your intentions ever been misunderstood?
Did you try to make it right with the person? Did it backfire?
Have you learned a life lesson recently? What was it?
Tags: best friend, cvn 70, girls night, hater, HI HATER, party, reconnection, sentimental, uss carl vinson
January 21st, 2009 at 10:55
Yeah, I’m constantly having to explain my intent to people. Well, people I care for anyways, all the others can go fuck themselves.
My life lesson……just b/c you WANT it to be, doesn’t mean it will be…I didn’t just learn it, but it has definitely been re-enforced the past week or so!!
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 10:58
It sucks doesn’t it? To have interpretations misunderstood all of the time?
Fucking misunderstanding bitches. I am over it.
That is an important but annoying lesson.
Cassie Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 11:00
yeah, I think most of it is my fault….I’m just too blunt sometimes and people get their feelings hurt!! LOL
you should be over it…..I’m glad you were able to shake it off and still have fun!!!
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 11:05
Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. I think I have that problem too.
Oh. I am. Tarable made sure that happened.
January 21st, 2009 at 10:56
I’M FIRST. I’M FIRST
NA NEE NA NEE BOO BOO
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 10:58
You are also a dork.
Cassie Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 11:00
NEVER claimed NOT to be…..just sayin
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2009 at 11:06
duh.
January 21st, 2009 at 11:28
lol. not going there today. don’t think my mood can handle it
yes i’ve been subjected to the haters, in several environments, and it pisses them off when you blithely ignore them.. and then they prove themselves to be the exact thing they accused you of. hypocritical skankbitches. don’t WANT to understand or make things right, they want to hate. and i do NOT need that tyvm.
January 21st, 2009 at 11:29
See. Stuff like this makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with some women? Me included, btw. When our man is a cheater and we know this, 1) why are we even still with his dumb ass and constantly looking over our shoulders 2)ok so you have reasons to stay with him, forgive him and move the fuck on and if you do catch him talking to another girl then don’t trip, 3) why are you blaming the GIRL when you do see him talking to her?
I think that makes sense…
Anyway, I’ve been there and it’s probably why I’m so jumpy about it now. When I met the woman that my ex cheated on me with (well one of them anyway) at first I was so hateful toward her. No reason. She didn’t know he was with me when they hooked up and she was just as wronged as I was but I was so bitchy toward her. Pathetic. It really was. Of course after her and I chatted a bit and I realized she wasn’t a terrible person, just another victim of his game, I settled down and had sympathy for her. Yea, then we ganged up on him, together, in a confrontation. It was spectacular.
I’m longwinded today. But what I’m saying is, why she gotta be hatin’ on you and calling YOU a WHORE when it was her cheatin’ boyfriend that she had a problem with and not some random stranger that was completely unaware of any ties or history that he may have. Why do we do that? I hope if I am ever in that situation again, god help the man that does it to me, but I really hope that I’m not going psychotic on some woman that is really undeserving of it.
January 21st, 2009 at 11:45
Nah, never been hated on.
I lack the fabulosity.
January 21st, 2009 at 11:58
mmmmm…stop worrying. Play hard. Fuck HARDER.
pee ess. down with cuntfacedwhores.
January 21st, 2009 at 14:15
Yep, been hated on a few times by insecure guys that were with ladies I was friends with. I don’t get it, but didn’t really let it bother me. I am a big dude (6″3 and 240lbs) and none of them really pushed the envelope much. I had a few of the girls step away because the jackasses were so insecure, but every one of them ended up dumping the dipshits in the end.
January 21st, 2009 at 14:38
Have you ever experienced Haterism?
The ex of my ex STILL hates me, and works with me, and technically has to do what I tell her to. She can hate all she wants, I still win.
Have your intentions ever been misunderstood?
YES. Ex-roommate drama with the baby-blog. some people don’t understand metaphors at all.
Did you try to make it right with the person? Did it backfire?
I tried. It absolutely backfired, but I think I’m better for it now…
Have you learned a life lesson recently? What was it?
You’ve been without a girls night entirely too long when the cucumbers at the grocery store make you think of female friends and giggle.
Squish’s last blog post..Office Bathroom Drama…
January 21st, 2009 at 15:19
ahahahaha… I have tears rolling down my face as I laugh so fucking hard right now. I never try to make things right when I’ve been drinking. actually, I rarely even try to make things right at all. people are going to think what they want to no matter what I do or say anyways, so why bother.
I am a mean beezo when someone starts shit with me while im drunk. I get overly pissed when they fuck up my happy, numb, and giggly drunken state.
like “hi hater”, haters. as long as they weren’t the other kind of haters.
January 22nd, 2009 at 08:58
I’ve dealt with an unfair share of haters. Up to now the best thing has been to ignore them or push their buttons even more. *I* am not responsible for anyone elses insecurities.
I’m glad you didn’t let that shit ruin your night.
January 22nd, 2009 at 16:41
I experience hater-ism on a number of factors constantly… For the most part, I ignore them. Sometime the hating hurts, others I make a snarky comment and I feel a bit better… I also feel worse, because no matter how slight the comment, it always comes back to bite me in the ass… For the most part, I ignore them… because, there’s no good that comes from paying attention to the hating. 99.9% of it is jealousy and I know that and I deal with it. Sometimes though, you just wish people would grow the fuck up, be adults and realize that the whole reason they don’t have what I have is a combination of factors that, in part, has to do with the fact that they screwed up their opportunity by being immature and superficial people, who care more about what someone is, rather than who that someone is.
Honestly, what did you have to apologize to the girl for? That’s where you made your mistake. Not in opening the door, but allowing the sister-in-law to be (and what girl continues to want to get married to a man that has a history of cheating… seems like a no brainer, but okay….) to make you think you had to apologize for saying hello to an old friend or explaining the situation. If he has a problem keeping his dick in his pants, that’s not your problem. If she’s that mistrusting or insecure, they have issues far greater than you…
And, for some reason, I can’t seem to get a comment through… ;o(