Ah, Friday, you come too soon

Sometimes Fridsy just seems like a two minute wonder, doesn’t it? There’s a soccer tournament this weekend, so we’re off very early tomorrow. On the road by 7:00 AM I’m hoping. I had to do some work for the day job this evening. I got the power seat at Starbucks and fired up the two laptops etc and got done by 7:15ish. In between waiting for stuff to finish, I worked on Xia. I was actually kind of po’d when everything finished because I had to stop at an exciting part. The guy behind me kept having distracting conversations with or about his girlfriend. Oh my gosh. Why do people put up with baloney in relationships? He’s yakking to a friend about why he even has the woman in his life, blah, blah blah, and I’m thinking, Look, pal, just dump this loser babe. And then he gets on the phone with her, so I presume, and he’s all, not quite whiney, but sounding like he really wants her to love him more than she apparently does. It was quite clear the two have different visions of the relationship. Mars. Venus. I’m not even sure they were having the same conversation with each other. Anyway, I was the evening’s technology winner, what with two laptops, two phones and a thumb drive. Hah.

I have to say I’m tired of hearing about the plagiarism scandal. I can never decide if I like the Smart Bitches blog because sometimes they’re just so darn mean, and I get these proto-hives and think, man, someday that could be me they’re bitching about like that. I end up feeling kind of sick. But when they’re discussing stupid plots or tropes, I end up laughing and saying, right on! But sometimes I just want to say, ya know, there’s enough really awful stuff in the world is it really necessary to be vicious, personally vicious? And you know why? Because when I was growing up, I was not one of the cool kids. I was a dork and a bit too chubby, and smart, too. I didn’t have to work very hard to get A’s and I wasn’t all that attractive, either. And I was the target of mean and vicious boys and young women. People played mean, horrible pranks on me and boys said mean horrible things and threw things at me, too. Great. I know exactly what it feels like to be on the receiving end of someone who’s being vicious to someone who can’t fight back. Then I went to college and got skinny fast and guys would ask me out, and I would look at them and just shake my head. I thought they were trying to trick me. Seriously. I hate vicious people. And I guess I think the Smart Bitches should mention their findings and then just shut up about it instead of conducting a mean-fest.


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2 Responses to “Ah, Friday, you come too soon”

  1. Anonymous says:

    awful stuff in the world……….

    I made a decision a couple of months back to stop visiting certain blogs. It really seems to become mob mentality. I love talking about books, but not the side show stuff.

  2. Carolyn says:

    I think you have the right idea, Margaret. I’m going to just avoid certain sites from now on.