Don’t You Just Hate . . . ?

Yeah, okay, so I’m gonna rant for a bit. I go to Melanie’s diary, and I’m reading it, and was surprised to see she’d mentioned me in it, and was less surprised when I realized it was because she was talking about our 2 am conversation. And it was nice to know that she didn;t feel it was a bad conversation, even if it was possibly part of the reason she woke up late and missed her morning class. But there were other factors in that, too. Regardless, that’s not important. I figured, okay, leave her a note, so I go down, and guess what I see? Someone has already left her a note, and in the first sentence says she should know better than to talk to me late at night, since I apparently “always have something to gripe about.”

That just pisses me off, because who else is the note from, but Dan. I mean, what’s the point in taking those petty little jabs at me? It’s not like I’m not going to see them.

I don’t know. Yeah, we got everything straightened out, but I freely state: I don’t like him. I’ll never like him. But at least I’m big enough not to take petty little jabs like that at him in notes. Half of me wonders why he bothers acting friendly to my face if he writes things like that behind my back. And the other half of me knows exactly why. He lives by the statement “keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.” Sometimes I wonder if he considers anyone a friend. I mean, it’s not like you can tell the difference in who he sees as either when he’s face-to-face with them.

I mean, she said that it was a nice conversation! Is he that blind that he just skips over that part and assumes “hey, it’s late, she’s probably bothering Mel with one of her useless dramas?” Because guess what? None of those so-called “dramas” I went through were useless! Nor were they things that didn’t hurt me!

::Sigh:: I know. I’m overreacting. But I hate people who show a smile to you when they’re in front of you, and will just as quickly stab you in the back the second you turn around. And I don’t just mean Dan with that. I mean I’ve gained a healthy respect for going up to someone and speaking your mind. I hate it when people don’t have the guts to go up to someone and say what they mean. This is why emotions get manipulated so much. Because people can’t just go up to someone and say, “Hey, you disgust me.” No, instead they act like nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine, and then take petty little jabs at that person behind their back!

Argh. Yeah, this has insulted me an insane amount, and it shouldn’t, all things considered. I guess it does because I figured, I know I’m above these things, and I thought he would be, too. I don’t know why I’m surprised that I was wrong. Heh. Maybe because he always insists to be on such a moral highground?

Yeah, that’s probably it.

–Notes–

wow, what a jerk! GUH! boys are stupid! throw rocks at them!! ~KVL [kgymn]
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Um…wow. What’s WRONG w/Dan? He got his wish; you’re not dating his brother anymore. What more does he want? He wanna see you cry tears of blood or something?! I’m sticking a voodoo-doll, right now, and I’ve named it Dan2. *insert wicked smile here* [HyacatDuncan]