I'm tired of stress,
Of just about everyone and everything.
Tonight someone said to me, "Why does everyone hate you?"
Oh, she meant those two bone-heads that workout at the gym. Ahhh, yes, well...
See it started with Karma Girl. It hasn't gotten any better, pretty much we just ignore each other.
And everything was going swimmingly until SATAN Girl entered the scene. I can honestly call her SATAN Girl without repercussion because the chick wears pentagrams around her neck, her wrists, and God only knows where else.
But hey, live and let live, that's my motto.
'Cept, SATAN Girl went crying to her friends and said, and I quote, "Annie Bananie was mean to me."
boo hoo hoo
Apparently she felt I pushed her too hard on the circuit at her first workout. In my defense, I never push anyone hard during a first workout. It's their FIRST time on the circuit, HELLO! You can't do that to someone that has no idea what they are doing. Not to mention, I will only push someone to work harder if they request that I do so and then it will only happen after they have had a few workouts and know what the heck they are doing.
So, SATAN Girl comes in tonight, shoots me a "burn in hell" look and proceeds to tell me that I am a control freak.
I did what anyone would do, I laughed at her and said, "No I'm not".
So, because I can't tell Karma Girl or SATAN Girl that I think they are both a couple of bone-heads in serious need of some mental health care and probably medication, I'll just have to say it here.
Only, I just said it.
You know, when I was younger, I really wanted people to like me. I had this idea that if I could get along with the most difficult person, than I could get along with anyone. Now that I'm in my early forties I don't really care what people think.
Don't like me? Fine.
But do me a favor, just say it to my face. Don't snicker and whine about me behind my back. Man up! Say what you mean and mean what you say.
There now, doesn't that feel better?