Friends turned foes

Ding dong the witch is dead! Well I didn't drop a house on her but I did send her packing.

At the ripe old age of 33 I've had enough with drama queens, know it all princesses and the whole lot of other high horse riding, full up on themselves annoying little rich girls and/or guys for that matter that think they know everything and other people's time and opinions just don't matter. Then again haven't we all?? I just don't have time for it. You can only sit idly by and watch pretty, pretty princess walk all over good people for so long. She had it coming for a long time trust me. Most wouldn't dare but every once in a while you gotta jump at the chance to. Oh how claws come out when you waste my personal time with loved ones and don't even have the decency to think you're in the wrong. Like pardon me that we're all not globe trotting, responsibility shunning, princesses with whom time doesn't matter. It's supposedly apparent that people like these are and have such good friends and are shocked and awed when someone from beneath their class should clue them into the fact the world doesn't revolve around them. Go figure, all hell breaks loose.  It's tough when the real world and fantasy collide. Getting your bubble burst must be pretty traumatizing but excuse me and the rest of

the planet for living in the real world while you're out there douching it up.

Welcome to reality! Population the rest of the world. Feel free to take your head out of your ass and join us.

While on the subject of high horses and knocking people off them I realized that there was another "show" in town and why not go two for one? It's sad when people you once knew turn their back on you and jump up on the high horse. Sorry folks, I just don't feel like getting into college should bring on Herculean, he-man me fest but hey if that's what floats his boat. Truth be told when your so-called friend tells you that they should be hanging out with their real friends instead of you it's all fair game to bring them down a peg. Me, me, me is all I've heard for months so it was easy letting go. But across the blogging world, while some cheap two bit princess blog part comes the word that I'm not a good friend. Not a good friend for what? No longer putting up with being a second rate citizen by a so called friend in my own home? For tossing aside people that insult my loved ones and think that this is friendship? By pushing aside so called friends that snap at you when you talk about something other than them? I tell ya! Where I'm from two out of three will get you laid out plain and simple. The bigger man inside of me though called out and I could ignore no more. This friendship had set sail. So long, thanks for the memories.

Sure I'm not the greatest person on earth. I've made mistakes but I'm man enough to admit that I make them. I came to my present station in life for a change but just when you think you're out they pull you back in. The me, me, me shows rears its ugly head. Where I'm from feelings never really mattered, you did what you like. In the long run I found this wasn't right and changed for the better. It's sad when friends become foes but hey we can't all get along.  They say we all have some growing up to do, some just a little more than others.