self-fulfilling prophecies, kids!
So. It seems that things have a way of coming full-circle. Self-fulfilling prophecies, guys, will come around and bite you in the ass.
I’m a bitch. I can be a bitch, anyway. First and foremost, though, I’m upfront with people about things. For once, I’m going to cross-post to my different blogs. My myspace blog to my online personal journal that only a few people have access to. And suddenly, I’m glad I have my privacy. I’m not ashamed to say some less-than-enjoyable adjectives to people right now.
You have to take responsibility for once in your fucking life! Stop dumping this on everyone else. I’m not exactly home at the moment– well, I am home, Atlanta is my home now– I’m not in Alabama. Every single bit of contact is because something dramatic is happening, and then you write this passive-aggressive blog about how you try and try and nothing comes of it. Here’s a newsflash, and read it loud and clear sweetheart. I have told you repeatedly that I’m not dealing with your drama if that’s the only reason you ever contact me, I meant it. You whine about losing everyone, you are pushing them away. With your stupid little “losing them” comments and bullshit. I wasn’t aware that you and I had any problems recently, but clearly we do since both of your sisters don’t want to be in your wedding and you’re losing them. Yes, you ARE. But you know what? It’s not everyone else’s faults.
Deal with it, grow up, and cut it out already.
Your little self-fulfilling prophecies about how you’re losing your family and no one wants to be in your wedding? How appropriate. How truly, truly accurate. Because when you drive anyone crazy enough, they’re leaving and eventually they won’t come back. You’re older, that doesn’t mean wiser or smarter. You try so damn hard to be this older sister, but if something doesn’t go your way you accuse everyone else, you judge people you have no right to judge, and then whine about everyone abandoning you and judging you. Grow up!
I told you you’d only contact me when some drama was going on or you were pissed. I was so, so right. Only this wasn’t some damn self-fulfilling prophecy, because I can’t force you to contact me. Frankly, I don’t want to. I’m not going to force anyone to contact me. And I sure as hell won’t be reaching out to anyone who does that to me.
See, kids, self-fulfilling prophecies! Break a fortune cookie in half and read it, the message on there is a LOT more inspiring than these mind games will ever be.
