I was writing a blog entry just a moment ago. It is about the boyfriends I have disposed of. I don’t mean dissolved with lye in the bathtub disposed of, obviously (although, I have been tempted a few times). I started going off on a tangent about getting hate mail, hate messages, and notes of general unhappiness.
You see, I keep my hate mail. I like to read them from time to time. You know, to gain perspective on how I’ve grown as a person. I noticed they have a reoccurring theme.
Here are some highlights:
“You are an evil bitch.” (Maybe True)
“You are so selfish.” (Sometimes True)
“You don’t care about anyone but yourself.” (Not True. I Love Animals!)
“If I died, you wouldn’t care.” (Probably True)
Could it be, that I am so awesome, that the absence of me makes them go crazy? Maybe, or maybe I’m just a crazy magnet. Probably a little bit of both.