I’m an introvert. I like being alone. I like my own thoughts. I do not much care for people, but I understand that connections are necessary for survival, so I adapt. I consider myself lucky to have a great number of good people in my corner. Trust, of course, is a big deal to me, so when a person breaks that trust, I take it to heart. What happened last fall was a breach of trust. I felt some kinda way about that. Still do. I own that. I will own that the last few months has made me more misanthropic and distrustful of anybody with a penis. I will own that I have cracked my fair share of jokes in the last several months, because humor is what keeps me from punching people in the face. What I will not own is being mischaracterized just into get in another broad’s pants. And if said broad thought that was really about HER (when nothing was directed to her), she’s about as delusional as he is. (Also, the fact that we’re taking this dude’s word as gospel and throwing shade at me is very, very telling.)

I wrote what I wrote because, well, when someone has shot your feelings to shit, you tend to be a little emotional about it. I deleted it because it was bad form. Can’t help that it got reposted, and to be honest I don’t really care now. But I stand by what I said, because it’s the truth. 

Let’s be clear: there is a right way to do things, and a wrong way to do things. What he did was wrong. How he handled it was wrong. And if he were a person of better character, we wouldn’t have issue. But, I will thank him for showing me who he truly is by stooping so spectacularly low to save face, if only to show that the relationship I’d been mourning was really just a big joke after all.

Keep Twitter pimpin’, Pimpin’.