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Rambling Goat and Nonsense Unicorn present… The Awesome Person's Guide to Life

The Grudge of Girls


Guys forgive and forget. Girls hold grudges forever.

I’ve just had an earful of this crap because I don’t want to go to the pub on a Saturday night with the boys brother and bitchface girlfriend. Long story short, these are the dicks that stayed with us and then caused vindictive shit afterwards. So, why would I want to ruin my night by having to play happy families and fight of the urge to smack a bitch up.

I get why the boy is feeling frustrated – he wants to see his brother and feels stuck because of the feud going on. I told him he can go if he likes, but nope he can’t go cos he will be a third wheel and it would be obvious why I’m not there.

Now, I’m not the kind of person who can just pretend to have different feelings and shit. I’m a terrible liar and terrible actor, which is why I never do either. I’m pretty honest (maybe verging on the edge of crass but whatever, I don’t play mind games), and will be honest about how I’m feeling. And how I’m feeling now is I’m not ready to play happy families with that fecal colliform of a bitch.

That’s not to say that I “hold grudges forever”. No, I don’t like to hold on to anger. Saying that though, I need time for the feelings of burn to subside. And time doesn’t constitute a month, like the boy irrationally expects. Emotions and shit are stupid things that just need to go at their own pace. As much as I wish I could expedite the healing process I just can’t. If she apologised then maybe we would get somewhere, but because she’s a child and that will never happen I have to slowly rely on myself to get over it.

Him basically telling me to get over is the same as someone telling you to “just get over” a broken heart. We all know that’s not how the cookie crumbles.

So anyway, now I’m stuck in between a rock and a hard place or some kinda analogy like that. I wish I could be the “bigger person” for the boy’s sake so he feels better about it all, but on the same hand I can’t betray my own feelings.

So I don’t know, maybe I am holding a grudge like he says. But I am trying my hardest to let go of it at the same time. You just can’t rush me – just like you can’t lead a horse to water and make it drink or some shit like that.

Am I being unreasonable?

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Author: nonsenseunicorn

Just another twenty-something year old making sense out of madness. Boom.

7 thoughts on “The Grudge of Girls

  1. Life is too short to be spent with people we dislike. Its hard to avoid at work (although I have quit because I didn’t like the boss before), but in your spare time?!?! Please. Fuck that shit.

    Do what you want in life and spend time with people you like. If that means staying home and playing Xbox in a onesie while the boy feels like a third wheel and the bitch bitches about you, then so be it. Guess who’s going to be happy! You.

    • See thats exacty what i figure! I dont have time for douchebags!

      And its his choice to go or not, i made mine!

      Ezcellent, thank you for validating what i was thinking!

      • We spend too often doing things to make other people happy, and forgetting about our own happiness! Every so often, you have to put your foot down and choose your own happiness over others.

        When you’ve known people for so long, the third wheel complex doesnt exist anymore! You’re just three friends hanging out. So stuff him šŸ˜› get in your onesie!

  2. ramblingg0at said it better that I could!

  3. Listen to the Goaty one, for she is wise.

    Although I’m loving the idea of a onesie and gaming.

    I may go spend my Monday afternoon off doing exactly that.

    Ps. Don’t let the bitchface get you down, you made the right call not going. Fuck ’em.

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