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I Can Sometimes Be Mean

DISCLAIMER: I am not actually a massive ass like what you are about to see go down. I don't know why I did it but I did and it's in the past.

To be fair there was a bit of a war going on between myself and the other two I am about to tell you about.

It all started when I dismissed some irritating guy who was trying way too hard to get into my social circle. He was like that one kid who never stops saying "are we there yet?" repeatedly on a long road trip. He kept pestering me, barging in on conversations I would have with other people and kept trying to get me to come to his stupid lame parties. He was very persistent with trying to enter my social circle and I wasn't having it. I told him I would rather eat a urinal cake and dismissed him. At this one club I used to frequent he worked as a busboy. I was admittedly being an ass and would purposely knock things off my table and yell out busboy to have him come running on over to clean up a mess. My friends and I would laugh at him, ditch him, or read him for filth whenever he was around and trying much too hard. You know backhanded compliments, lots of heavy sarcasm etc...

He had this boyfriend who I had a massive crush on because he was gorgeous. Well when I found out he was together with the annoying orange I got annoyed and would taunt both of them. The boyfriend go go danced at a club and he was not that good if I can be perfectly honest. However, the orange kept building him up as the IT BOY of go go dancing. As a joke whenever I saw the boyfriend I would yell OMG IT'S THE IT BOY. He didn't like it. One night I IT BOY'D too far and he got angry, snatched a drink off a table and pelted me with icecubes and some of the other dancers joined in until my outfit got wrecked and I was starting to cry on the floor in spilt drink puddle. Yes they dumped drinks on me.

Oh it gets worse. The boyfriend slammed me up against a wall once because I made fun of the coat he had bought the orange for christmas. It was this mangy dead dog looking fur coat and I thought it was hilariously bad. So bad I asked to try it on for a joke. I was posing around in it making jokes about how "fabulous" it looked on me and the next thing you know I am being thrown up against a wall. How dare I make fun of the jacket a symbol of their love.

Oh but it gets even worse but in all fairness I really deserved this one. Mr.Orange finally got me to go to one of his parties. Why? He offered me some money and that was the only reason. I am not one to turn down cash. He was doing some small awards ceremony thing among his little rag tag group of pals and I guess he wanted me to present one where his boyfriend was the winner of a category. I was in a bad mood to begin with and once I read who the winner was I just unleashed. I said making your boyfriend the winner is low even for him and could I just have my $50 already so I can go somewhere else. This one got me once again pushed down with more drinks tossed onto me. I was mad because I was wearing vintage Gaultier from the Russian Construtivist collection. I still went to another club afterwards looking like a piece of crap and vented to everyone who would listen about how horrible those two are.

Eventually I had a heart to heart with the boyfriend and smoothed everything over with him. I guess the orange forgives me too but I still don't like him much.

I feel bad looking back on it because growing up I was a lot like the orange. I didn't fit anywhere and whenever I tried I was pushed away and made to feel like crap. Boogers wiped in my hair during class, being pushed and tripped, head shoved into the toilet. Yeah it wasn't easy being openly flamboyant in a place where that was not really welcome with open arms. Sure there were those who accepted me but there were loads more who treated me like crap despite living in a larger house than all of them, having nicer clothes, better car, more money than them. It didn't matter. If you were different nothing else matter except for why you aren't like the others. Thankfully I wasn't poor like he was or didn't have a weird mom and no dad like him but we aren't all that different afterall I guess.

So being on the other side of the bully fence wasn't all that fun. I sucked as a bully anyway. While I was perfectly catty and snappy with the comebacks I couldn't back my words or actions up.

 
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