The way we were ...
May. 27th, 2007 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottishlass... is not always a good thing.
As I had to find out today after meeting two of my old schoolmates per chance. I have to admit that I was surprised when these two women came up to me. I had recognized them immediately but I would have had ignored them before doing anything else.
Here I was - in my most comfortable and sturdiest (as well as dirtiest) clothes after having a tug-of-war with Cenour about his play rope in the muddy end of the dog playing area - and these two chicks come up all smiles and perfectly adorable in their Sunday's best and I HATED it and I HATED THEM. Geesh, I have hated them back in High school, too, but today, it was like this huge wave crashing over me and Chica and Cenour must have felt it because they started to growl and bark.
Anyway, these two stood there and talked and talked and talked about the good old times back in High school and I was like .. WTF?! They were the biggest idiots and the biggest bullies on this side of the moon and they have the chuzpe to wallow in the good ol' times? Anyway, good thing I was never bullied by them but some friends of mine were and more than once I had crossed swords with them, but to be all friendly and chummy with me. THOSE STUPID; FUCKING CUNTS!!! I was so fuming angry I couldn't say anything and good thing Chica wanted to go home, so I cut them short in a rude manner (I think I said something along the lines of: "Sorry, I don't have time to remember the good ol' times. Bye.") and we went home. Now my stomach is upset. They got to me more than they will ever imagine.
WHY is that?
As I had to find out today after meeting two of my old schoolmates per chance. I have to admit that I was surprised when these two women came up to me. I had recognized them immediately but I would have had ignored them before doing anything else.
Here I was - in my most comfortable and sturdiest (as well as dirtiest) clothes after having a tug-of-war with Cenour about his play rope in the muddy end of the dog playing area - and these two chicks come up all smiles and perfectly adorable in their Sunday's best and I HATED it and I HATED THEM. Geesh, I have hated them back in High school, too, but today, it was like this huge wave crashing over me and Chica and Cenour must have felt it because they started to growl and bark.
Anyway, these two stood there and talked and talked and talked about the good old times back in High school and I was like .. WTF?! They were the biggest idiots and the biggest bullies on this side of the moon and they have the chuzpe to wallow in the good ol' times? Anyway, good thing I was never bullied by them but some friends of mine were and more than once I had crossed swords with them, but to be all friendly and chummy with me. THOSE STUPID; FUCKING CUNTS!!! I was so fuming angry I couldn't say anything and good thing Chica wanted to go home, so I cut them short in a rude manner (I think I said something along the lines of: "Sorry, I don't have time to remember the good ol' times. Bye.") and we went home. Now my stomach is upset. They got to me more than they will ever imagine.
WHY is that?
