Due to the fact that there’s a total absence of panache and class with everything that has happened, I opted to be the bigger person and went the other way. Instead of exhausting my throat yakking about someone who doesn't even care if you fell of the face of the earth, I chose to stay silent. But this silence doesn’t mean my mind is idle or that my hand is suffering from paralysis. The cogs in my brain are moving and my hands are fine so I will write what I want to write.
There’s this game show I watch that’s hosted by a person who doesn’t have the gift of diplomacy (Kris Aquino). That’s where I learned that ostriches have brains smaller than their eyes.
Recent events in my life seem to purport my theory that there are human beings with the same attribute. These people probably have skulls that could be used for storage space.
Their cerebral activity is limited to coordinating their makeup with their clothes and they don’t possess any aspiration to exercise their brain cells. Their capacity to have their minds operating is directly proportional to the size of their clothes - 0 to 1.
One of them has berated me for something that my mom and my sister have said and done. I admit that what they did was wrong but don’t hold your breath waiting for me to issue an apology on their behalf because chances are, you’re going to run out of air. I would hate to see you hospitalized waiting for something that doesn’t have a possibility of happening. I don’t want you dying before you find out who made that Friendster profile for you (I don’t even want nor need your apology when that happens. You can shove it up your *bleep*). Newsflash, honey: Even though I entered this tumultuous world through my mother’s vagina, that doesn’t make us one and the same. So if you have something against her, tell it to her face. Good luck getting her attention, though. I tried that a couple of million times as a child and was not quite successful. It resulted in me being the eldest child with the middle child syndrome.
The other one has steam coming out of her ass saying that I’ve been telling people I’ve been slapped, pushed out the door and ganged-up on at a party. Another newsflash: You are acutely delusional if you think I will walk out that party without exsanguinating someone if that was true. If that actually happened, your face would've been rearranged, so quit saying things that aren’t true. Why don't you exert more effort in being a wife and a mother? I'm sure it would keep you more preoccupied than trying to be a nuisance in my life.
They accuse me of making up a profile in Friendster intended to ruin one of them. I actually have nothing to say about this because I think they did it themselves to attract the attention that their skimpy clothes and thick makeups couldn’t get. Their infantile attempts to play themselves out as victims are plain BRAINLESS. STUPID. DENSE. UNINTELLIGENT. IMBECILIC. FEEBLE-MINDED. SLOW-WITTED. MORONIC.
And the list goes on….
