Don’t make me flip my ‘bitch switch’
I had the most frustrating and awful visit with my famous neighbor yesterday.
We hadn’t seen each other in years and when I saw he was back in town, I left a note on his door to say I was thrilled that he was back (he’d had some pretty awful tenants since 2010) and I wanted to wish him a happy Thanksgiving in his Florida home.
He suggested I come over for a drink last night. Which I did. And I am still feeling violated on just about every level.
One thing he kept harping on was, “Don’t be dense.” I mean, we were having a highly intellectual conversation and I was keeping up very well, I think. I don’t go into battle unarmed, you know.
I was nice and complimenting him and being a good little neighbor. And he kept finding weak spots and jamming his finger into them. And while I don’t think I would have said anything or behaved any differently, I wish I would have known going in what a little bitch he really is.
I’ve been in a mood all weekend, feeling like Humpty Dumpty with wet glue. I didn’t need this shit. I’m not going to let this asshole break me.
But I’d really like to know why people like him think people like me exist for target practice when all I wanted was a little company and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of fellowship in a shitty, shitty world.
Fuck me.