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There's no better, or worse, feeling than pure spite. The kind you carry with you longer than anyone reasonably should. Back when I was in high school in my first year and I was still stupidly interested in real girls, I got up the nerve to do something like >>2883
in a similar situation, and it ended the same way (only she ended up telling a few other people about it, word got around, etc.) At that point I realized what a complete bitch that girl was, and I was almost happy that she'd rejected me. But I didn't forget the what she had subjected me to. The next few weeks I could feel people looking at me and I knew what they were saying. I didn't have a reputation to care about or any real friends, but it was still humiliating.
I'd like to say I did something to release that pent-up spite, but I never found the chance. People say you should forgive and forget, that you should let go of things like this, and looking back it was really a stupid thing I hated her for, and after that year I did really stop caring about it, once I'd withdrawn from everyone else for good. But there's no point in forgiving. "Forgive and forget" is fine when you're strong, or equal to the other person in self-esteem, reputation, respect. But when you're weaker, it's inviting everyone to walk all over you. I have a proud streak despite all my problems and I'll never take anything lying down, even if I have to carry stupid, pointless grudges with me until the day I die.
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