:::bawls:::

November 21, 2007 in enough about me, let's talk about me

I just EXPLODED on a bunch of people. I hate it when people who are supposed to be your friends talk about you behind your back instead of bringing the problem they have with you, to you so you can explain or change your behavior.

To everyone I haven’t exploded on:

If you have a problem with me, bring it up to me. I’m actually quite an accommodating person and would either try to change my behavior or explain why it would be  impossible to change.

But please don’t talk shit about me behind my back. Nothing makes me angrier, seriously.

God, I hate catty women. I really, really, really, really, really hate catty women.

8 Replies

  1. Sharon Cobb

    November 22, 2007 at 9:20 am

    It could be worse. You could be me and really know what it’s like to have a bunch of catty people talking behind your back…and I’m equally reachable and available and accommodating.

    I’m in total agreement you on this issue.

    But as many people have told me, I’ll tell you. Look at it this way. These people obviously have no lives of their own and their only form of validation is to gossip about, misrepresent and put down others.

    I love the ones who claim be Christians and do this. I mean, they’re not only morally bankrupt, but their spiritually bankrupt as well.

    “I’m sorry” is not in their vocabulary.

    They’re miserable. Anyone who has to put down another to feel better about him/herself is pitiful.

    It’s always those who talk about being superior to you who are inferior to not only you, but to everyone else, including themselves.

    I’ve had to go to therapy to try to overcome this shit, so trust me when I tell you not to waste your time with people who don’t respect you.

  2. Lesley

    November 22, 2007 at 10:26 am

    I’m really sorry. I’m in no way trying to defend the cats, but a lot of people have issues with insecurity as well as issues with communicating that cause this kind of shit. They aren’t going to change without help, but you can figure out how to just deal with it and move on. I mean, I still get upset if I know people talk shit about me behind my back (and, really, is anyone impervious to this?), but I don’t let it last for long. I try to understand why they’re doing it instead of focusing on what they’ve said. It helps me to do this and it might help you.

    I have talked about people “behind their backs.” But as a rule, I don’t ever say anything I wouldn’t tell them myself if I thought they’d listen to me. But who gives a shit about my opinon? :)

    That said, for years I had many more male friends than female friends for this reason. But now, I am truly blessed to have a lot of great female friends (and I include you among them) that’ve created some positive changes in my life and attitude.

  3. LeBlanc

    November 22, 2007 at 11:09 am

    Things I am thankful for today: not being a catty woman. Have a good day Ivy.

  4. newscoma

    November 22, 2007 at 11:41 am

    Man, are you okay?

  5. badbadivy

    November 22, 2007 at 12:17 pm

    Thanks, guys, I appreciate y’all. I did want to make this clear that this is NOT Nashville related in any way shape or form. Unless, of course, you catty Nashville bitches have been talking about me behind my back and I don’t know it. In that case, it goes double for you. ;)

  6. longlivethequeen

    November 22, 2007 at 6:11 pm

    ::: nods head ::::

  7. Ron

    November 22, 2007 at 8:02 pm

    God, I hate catty women. I really, really, really, really, really hate catty women.

    Uhh, isn’t that all of them?

  8. Sharon Cobb

    November 23, 2007 at 10:02 am

    “this is NOT Nashville related in any way shape or form. Unless, of course, you catty Nashville bitches have been talking about me behind my back and I don’t know it”

    Oh honey. Be careful. It’s been my experience they are the worst of the catty beeeoches. (and bastards, too)

    But keep your head up.
    Your reputation is what man knows of you.
    But your heart is what the angels know.

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