discussion time
Naturally first response was to say “hey wait no I don’t.” But I guess truthfully I do. Or at least people who consider me their enemy when I just find them to be an unpleasent annoyance that I have to deal with in my life. So of course I sat there for a moment trying to take stock of my actions that led to me having an enemy in another woman in the first place. Here’s what I’ve come up with.
1-The uhh ladies I used to work with that tried to start a bunch of shit with me one day while drunk: My only action in this case was being employed by people who had fired them, being in their line of vision and them being drunk. It was my FIRST conversation with one of them and my SECOND conversation with the other one. Honestly I think they just wanted to pop off at someone and there I was. Case closed.
2-My friends ex: I actually don’t know why she hates me. I assume she percieves I made some slight against her by being born a year before her and having gone to school with her husband before he met her. We have a close friendship, which NONE of my significant others ever had a problem with, so there isn’t anything inappropriate about it. I even went to their wedding and wished them well on their journey! And I really did TRY to be as friendly and understanding of her because I WANTED to be friends with her because she was my friend’s wife. But time and time again while it would seem on the surface she was being “helpful” or “friendly” she was actually being downright hostile and openly mean to me. There were an assortment of other events I don’t feel like sharing on a public forum and basically at one point I had enough of her berating my work ethic, the quality of my friendship with her husband (which was absurd because the reason our friendship wasn’t the best any more was because she didn’t want him talking to me!) and my best friend finally stood up for me and after that we just stopped talking. I had almost honestly forgotten she existed until she and my friend split up. Diagnosis: misplaced sense of jealousy and anger at something she couldn’t control. done.
3-The Girl Who Stalked Me and Also Tried to Hit Me With A Car Back in My Home Town: This one is in fact partially my fault! Huzzah. Anyway back in college I was in photography. There was a guy in my class that was always cool to me and pretty cute, whatever. He had a girlfriend and I respected that. They started going through some problems and I listened to him complain about it in the dark room three days a week. I was having problems with my boyfriend at the time too and I broke up with him right before we left to go to the state journalism competition. We hang out a lot because we’re in the same events. At the end of the first night someone snuck beer into the boys room and we got buzzed, took pictures and developed film in the bathroom. (Everyone was using the shower in my room so we just destroyed this bathroom turning it into a dark room) When it was time to go back to my room, this guy walked me and while I sat outside smoking he tells me that he and his girlfriend have split up. I console him, whatever. Fast foward to the next day and he’s VERY flirty. By the time the awards banquet comes up that night people are asking if we’re dating because he’s very attentive, etc. And that night he kisses me. Whoa.
I think we dated for less than a month. I figured out he wasn’t the guy I thought and I kept getting red flags that something was up. Like he told me his ex didn’t want him dating anyone for awhile since they just broke up so we had to be careful anywhere we might run into her. I had some kooky exs of my own so whatever. Then it was well we bought these 100 dollar concert tickets a long time ago so this is the last time we’re going to hang out. Now that one wigged me out a bit and I didn’t call him for a few days. Finally he was just too secretive (although I did meet his entire family and no one thought it was odd) and he irritated my friends and I wasn’t THAT into him so I just stopped calling him. School was over for the summer so I figured everything would be all good, since he was going to be leaving for grad school.
A few months later my car gets keyed. Several times. Then it gets written on. Then it gets spray painted. With my phone number (or rather the number I had while I was dating him) on it. The parking lot of my work gets vandalized, calling me a whore. I see graffitti in the bathroom by the newspaper office about me. The cops aren’t doing anything about it and I honestly thought it was someone else. Hell I’d forgotten about the dude from journalism by then. Then one night I’m driving to a friends house and this mini van tries to RUN ME OFF THE ROAD. I freak and pull into my friends driveway with this car right behind me. The Ex Girlfriend gets out of the car and starts SCREAMING AT ME that I was a slut and how the boy had been going behind her back with me and they weren’t broken up and they were STILL getting married later on, etc and I just sat there with this idiotic look on my face, because he’d told me they broke up. This was before you could just google someone or check on their myspace page. I met his family and all of his friends. How was I supposed to know? Was I sorry? Hell yes I was, I’m not that kind of girl AT ALL. Do I think she overreacted? Yeah a bit. Trust me she STILL hates me. Last I heard they’re MARRIED and she still HATES ME. WTF? Diagnosis: be prepared for this sort of shit if you date people you don’t perform a full background check on. Or any one who says their ex is crazy, because sometimes people need a little HELP to get to that level of crazy.
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There are more, but really I’m just currious why I appear to be an enemy magnet. In real life I’m very quiet unless I know someone. I’m friendly. I make a lot of jokes. I’ve never set out to STEAL a boyfriend from anyone. I’m not threateningly attractive (if at all) and I always wear underwear in public, so I don’t get it.
Any ideas?
