Because, honestly, she can't just walk back into my life and pretend like we're friends again. After I found out that she had been lying to me for the past four months, I confronted her, and she lied to me about that also. And it wasn't even the kind of lie that you could cover up, either. That was the truly baffling part:
Me: "I know that you told Vanilla Television everything that I explicitly told you not to."
Her: "No I didn't."
Me: "Of course you did, you lying ditz, she told me so. There is no possible way for her to have repeated the stuff I said to you unless she heard it from you in the first place. Good god, and you're in a logic class too."
So, needless to say, I was not thrilled with her for quite some time, and after I ended things with VT, she was still friendly to my face but trashed me in private. That's how she is.
When we went over to her house one evening recently, she was openly hostile to me for the first time, I think, ever. And not in a direct and honest way, but using a cowardly and ironic veil. That's how she is.
So, I don't care. I thought she was my friend, but she's really only nice to people so long as she can get what she wants out of them. I should have known better. She worships Ayn Rand, thinks that anything with a penis is spawn of Satan, and assumes that she is unconditionally correct in all circumstances. That's how she is.
Today she tried to make awkward conversation with me in our Dante class, and I was cold and curt in return. She deserved it. "So... something about {tenten} getting drunk the other night? I can't believe I heard that!" she exclaimed. "Yeah," I responded, "well, you weren't there." And I walked away.
I'm proud of that. It wasn't rude or hostile, just curt and flat. She got the message clearly, but couldn't just write it off as tonal violence.
My life is much nicer without her in it. |
