At a party last night, a group of about six of us were talking when one man recounted a story about me to the group. We live on the water and one day while in my boat, passing his house, I had a chat with his house guest who was in the backyard. My neighbor told the group at the party that his house guest told him about my boat-by visit, and he described me as a young girl of about 25-years-old. I gleefully told the group that this story was going in my gratitude journal.
Then his bitch common-law wife or whatever she is, added her contribution to the story. She said in an attempt to identify who the house guest was talking about, she asked if the woman he was talking to was in her sixties, the decade of life she assessed me to be in. Me and a couple of other people present gasped at the assumption.
She went on to pour more hot lava into the crater of hatred I now have for her by saying, "What? You look great, I always say that you look better than ME," as if to imply I was much older than her but keep myself up nice.
We are the same age.
Here's what has been dominating my thoughts since:
- First, I looked up her age online. - My hatred of her solidified.
- Why does everyone think I'm older than I am? I dress young, work out all the time and have a hot body.
- Maybe she associated me with her next door neighbor who is in fact in her 60s and has a hot body. This is my favorite mental massage/masturbation.
- How can I devastate her as much as she devastated me?
- I'm going to church in a couple of hours reminding me to take the high road.
- How do I take the high road in such a way that God devastates her for me?
- She is oblivious to the stupid, thoughtless, insensitive things she says and does all the time, maybe I could just feel sorry for her instead.
- Her live in boyfriend cheats on her all the time.
- No, that's not enough. Clearly she is someone who tolerates that.
- The universe does have a way of breaking the psychic knees of people who knowingly offend me, and usually in a much harsher way than I would have wanted. Can I count on that again universe? This time, I think I'd just be grateful and not find whatever you decide to do too much. I'd put it in my gratitude journal right under the 25-year-old compliment.
