damn the phone
Oct. 23rd, 2001 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireThe phone has been ringing at 8am for the past couple of days, and only part of the automated message has been making it onto the voicemail. Today I answered the phone. It's Southwestern Bell, demanding payment.
Damn it. That stupid little girl has quit paying the phone bill. What a petty, passive aggressive way of dealing with her problems. Did I really once think this person was my best friend?
I can't get a human being on the phone, just this impenetrable automated system. So I can't fix what ever is going on. I am furious.
When things became difficult for us, all I did was ignore her. I avoided hanging out with her, I didn't say anything. That's all. I never made it seem like she wasn't safe coming home, or that she couldn't live here, or whatever bullshit she has probably told her friends. All I did was wait and see if she would apologize for her atrocious behaviour, or something. If she had come to me in the week afterwards, and offered to help clean up the glass or anything, it probably would have been okay. If she had ever apologized for hurting me, I could have forgiven and tried to repair the friendship.
She never said anything. For a time, she pretended everything was fine and talked to me like nothing had happened. That just made me sick. I know some of our friends encouraged her to talk to me, but nothing ever came out of it. Then she started acting like the injured party, not coming home, lying and other such things.
Through this whole thing I've surprised myself, trying to remain very calm and cool in my dealings with this ugly situation. I have refrained from discussing the msot ugly details within our circle, avoided saying anything for the most part. Until people started noticing Karen's weird behaviour and asking questions.
I fear I'm fast approaching a breaking point. That I can't take anymore of her ridiculous act. I might just pour the rotten milk she's left in the fridge for a month on her clothes or her bed. I might walk up to her in Metro and throw her latte in her face. I might pawn all her stuff here and pay the phone bill. That I mgiht say out loud in front of everyone how she betrayed her friendships and threw everything over for a big cock.
But I only indulge myself in these terrible fancies when I'm angry, and soon perhaps I will calm down. Right now I am something to be feared, with flashing eyes and icy tones, claws scraping the walls.
Damn it. That stupid little girl has quit paying the phone bill. What a petty, passive aggressive way of dealing with her problems. Did I really once think this person was my best friend?
I can't get a human being on the phone, just this impenetrable automated system. So I can't fix what ever is going on. I am furious.
When things became difficult for us, all I did was ignore her. I avoided hanging out with her, I didn't say anything. That's all. I never made it seem like she wasn't safe coming home, or that she couldn't live here, or whatever bullshit she has probably told her friends. All I did was wait and see if she would apologize for her atrocious behaviour, or something. If she had come to me in the week afterwards, and offered to help clean up the glass or anything, it probably would have been okay. If she had ever apologized for hurting me, I could have forgiven and tried to repair the friendship.
She never said anything. For a time, she pretended everything was fine and talked to me like nothing had happened. That just made me sick. I know some of our friends encouraged her to talk to me, but nothing ever came out of it. Then she started acting like the injured party, not coming home, lying and other such things.
Through this whole thing I've surprised myself, trying to remain very calm and cool in my dealings with this ugly situation. I have refrained from discussing the msot ugly details within our circle, avoided saying anything for the most part. Until people started noticing Karen's weird behaviour and asking questions.
I fear I'm fast approaching a breaking point. That I can't take anymore of her ridiculous act. I might just pour the rotten milk she's left in the fridge for a month on her clothes or her bed. I might walk up to her in Metro and throw her latte in her face. I might pawn all her stuff here and pay the phone bill. That I mgiht say out loud in front of everyone how she betrayed her friendships and threw everything over for a big cock.
But I only indulge myself in these terrible fancies when I'm angry, and soon perhaps I will calm down. Right now I am something to be feared, with flashing eyes and icy tones, claws scraping the walls.
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Now I understand!
Date: 2001-10-23 07:18 am (UTC)Re: Now I understand!
Date: 2001-10-23 07:22 am (UTC)Re: Now I understand!
Date: 2001-10-23 09:19 am (UTC)Re: Now I understand!
Date: 2001-10-23 09:24 am (UTC)Re: Now I understand!
Date: 2001-10-23 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-10-23 08:44 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-10-23 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-10-23 09:59 am (UTC)That's so totally wrong of her.
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Date: 2001-10-23 10:05 am (UTC)I think she has some serious issues going on.
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Date: 2001-10-23 11:39 am (UTC)The trick I always use is just not to press anything. Just sit there for a while. The system will repeat the phone menu a few times, but eventually will give up and usually connect you to a real, human SWB employee.
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Date: 2001-10-23 11:52 am (UTC)