a.k.a. You’re the Reason No One Likes You
It’s interesting the thoughts that run through your head as you’re doing the dishes. None of the usual “I’m not your housekeeper” thoughts or “God forbid your rinse a friggin’ dish” thoughts… no, these are the other ones. The ones that sit in the back of your mind, waiting. The ones that creep up on you throughout the course of the day. The ones that pop into your head when something reminds you of a certain someone. A certain someone who just doesn’t get it.
You’re the grand martyr of Self-ville. The master of the fucking universe. Queen of the narcissistic victims. Perpetually crapped on and no one likes you. Everyone sucks. Everyone is ugly. So-and-so is an asshole; this person is fat. No one ever comes to see me; but I don’t go to see them. Everyone comes here. Fun is had by all. Goodbyes all around.
—Insert various shit-talking here—
Insert thinly-veiled bad-mouthing on various sources. Passive aggression is the name of the game and you’re the returning champion.
We go about our lives, without you. Not one thought. At least not until you storm in, riding the guilt-horse. There’re are reasons you’re not allowed around.
You’re the reason no one likes you.