Mychaela
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I don't suffer fools. Not "I don't suffer fools lightly," I plain just don't deal with them. When I worked at an office in a receptionist position, I'd answer the phone, "Architects, may we help you?" And I'd get, "Yes, is this an attorney's office?" Give me a break. Better yet, they should hang up the phone and send it back. They aren't smart enough to own one.
I don't hate men. I don't hate women. I accept that sometimes people need government assistance. What I loathe with all my heart are those spineless wonders who feel that society owes them a living. I can feel my blood pressure starting to boil when I hear a woman whine for the thousandth time "Do these pants make my butt look big?" If a person has to ask, permit me to give a heads-up: the answer is YES. Or worse yet, those men who say, "I don't understand why I'm not interested in sex anymore. Do you know why I'm not interested in sex anymore? My wife thinks I don't love her anymore...(whine, moan)," and then refuse to go to a doctor because, "It's too embarrassing." Like telling this to a roomful of people is less embarrassing? Why don't they rent a billboard so they can tell the world their problem? Then maybe a doctor will see it and just volunteer to help them. Yeah, right. Get real. Take responsibility.
I'm a good friend. I'm a supportive person. But I have to draw the line somewhere. When a person uses me to just whine and whine and never actually tries to get help for all their (supposed) problems, it's time to cut the apron strings. After I've heard, "I just don't know what I'm going to DO!" wailed at high volume for the third time in three minutes, the choke-factor goes into effect. I had to recently tell one individual that I didn't want to hear anything more from him until he saw a doctor about his problem (see above). I haven't heard from him since. I don't regret it.
If a person needs to vent, fine. Vent away. Get it out of the system. Then DROP it. It's obnoxious to listen to a person say day after day after day, "I don't know why s/he treated me so badly. Am I a bad person? You don't think I'm a bad person, do you?" In answer to that, "No, I don't think you're a bad person, I just think you need to move on and stop torturing me with your obsession before I give in to the urge to slap a piece of duct tape over your mouth."
People need to listen to opinions they've asked for, weigh them, and either use or discard them as necessary. If they make mistakes, they need to clean them up as best as they can and then move on. I can respect an honest mistake. I can respect an honest lack of information. What I cannot respect is a refusal to be responsible, or a refusal to correct ignorance. If that makes me a Heartless Bitch, then I'm proud to be one.
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