...and your enemies closer.

When you bitch and moan about someone, you better make sure that you can trust the people you are moaning to or be able to man-up (figuratively speaking) and face the consequences if word ever gets back to that someone. You know what might happen if that person does hear what you're saying about them? They may stop liking you.

What you really can't do, trust me on this, is bitch to different people within the same friendship group about the others. Let's have a little roleplaying game with this. For this game, we'll need four people --- let's call them Pip, Phil and Steve --- and you can play the part of you. Right!

For months, you (played by you) talk to Steve about how you're feeling, what you're thinking, what's bothering you in your life right now. For months, Steve listens and tries to offer comforting words and a (figurative) shoulder to cry on. Then, suddenly, you turn into a complete douche bag and start moaning to Steve about how much you hate Pip. This goes on for nearly two years; despite the fact you are incredibly fake and say nice things to her face, you never stop the bitching as soon as her back is turned. Steve likes to go out with Pip, and as he finds it hard to be around the two of you at the same time... so he stops hanging out with you, when Pip invites him somewhere. That's not to say Steve wouldn't go anywhere with you, however you're too busy bitching and moaning to want to go out and actually have a life.

For months, you bitch about Steve to Phil. You complain that he never wants to talk anymore, that he hates you, that he's a complete twat. For months, Phil tries to convince you otherwise, but listens intently on what you have to say. Phil and Steve aren't the closest of friends, so you don't have to worry about that too much... right?

Wrong. You're an idiot.

Phil tells Steve everything. Steve tells Pip everything. Why? They are friends. They've all noticed you're acting like a complete douche bag (remember, I said you were earlier) and really don't like you that much anymore.

You complain to anyone who will listen about Phil, Pip and Steve. Funnily enough, though, you actually manage to complain to Phil, Pip and Steve about the others too... like Nick. You won't shut up with your constant moaning about Nick.

You also whinge about the fact that no one invites you anywhere. Seriously, are you that surprised? You're not the big, fat barrel of laughs you think you are... you're a nob.

See, what you don't get is, life doesn't completely revolve around you. You listening to this? You're not the most important thing in the world. Stop being so fucking self-absorbed.

It gets funnier though. You have the outright nerve to say this to Phil:

It just seems that all of what I consider to be close friends are getting less and less close...

Yeah... you know why? You're a complete and utter arse. No one likes you. Notice how everyone doesn't know how to act around you; how they really don't know what to say? They are borderline hating you.

Sorry, we stopped roleplaying a few sentences ago -- no one really hates you. They hate the you that you were roleplaying; that guy is a complete fucker that no one likes. Sorry that I made you roleplay him...

As you might have guessed, this would be one of the self-absorbed people that I live with. The type that live in a shit-hole and have stayed inside so long, avoiding socializing and human-contact (other than to bitch and whine), that they are becoming the embodiment of rotten turd themselves.

Now, as I said at the start, if you want to bitch about someone, do so to something/someone you can trust or face the repercussions of your actions. I'm choosing to be a wimp about it and write an "anonymous" blog, under the name u*, however I wish you luck with any method you so choose. Enjoy your bitching... just don't be a douche.

Note: Names within this article were chosen deliberately at random to disguise the real identity of those involved and to protect the innocent.

June 19th @ 12:47 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: , , | Trackback

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