Why Girls Are Mean to Mean Girls (a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy)

When I started Sarah/Not Sorry, I chose the tagline “Words of Whatnot for the Every Girl”, but lately I feel like I’ve abandon that mentality a bit.

I’m never been here to write about make-up or how I control my curl (you can visit the kickass ladies @ Jenna Marbles or Daily Curlz for that stuff) but I’d like to try and curb my focus back to a written illustration of the female inner monologue. Well, for today I will at least. To be honest, I'm probably going to start swaying back to the weird shit again next Thursday. 
(side note: When people start a sentence with "to be honest" they're usually being deceptive. Which is it? Stay tuned to find out... or don't... whatev')

That being said, I’m also PMSing a bit this week and so I’m a tad bit negative, so I’ve decided to write about something bitchy this week that… every girl… can relate to.

Why Girls are Mean to Mean Girls

a self-fulfilling prophecy

See… I have this “friend”. Let’s call her Hazel. Hazel and I have been “friends” (off and on) for years, and it's mostly always at the discretion of when it’s been convenient for her. See, I’d love to cut her out of my circle altogether, but we have a bazillion mutual friends so cutting her off would be next to impossible.

It’s not that Hazel and I don't have fun together. Hell, I’ve had some of the best days of my life with Hazel at my side! However, the girl has time and time again given me the cold shoulder at a moment’s notice with or without reason, only to come crawling back and begging for attention as soon as she runs everyone else ragged with her whining and complaining and comparing herself to everyone else and… augh, just go away!

And so I tolerate the woman, but as far as being “friends” with her… ha HAH--- nuh-uh, never again. I mean, don’t get me wrong… the next time I see her somewhere (which will probably be soon because Denver is about as close-knit as a Gryffindor scarf) I’ll probably run up to her and give her a big hug. Unless, of course, she happens to read this in the meantime in which case I'll happily let her steer clear of me.

Hey Hazel! How have you been? How was your Christmas?

Oh, it was good! I went to Florida with Kurt!

Oh no way! That’s great. You guys are back on again?

Yea… we got back together right after Halloween.

Nice! So that’s like… right after the last time I saw you.

Ahhh… no wonder she disappeared. Bad friends always put their misters before their sisters.

A bit off subject here but this GIF was too good to pass up. #truth #hint #takenotes
I turned down a friend's ex last month for this very reason

Do I even care if she ends up hating me for any reason either anymore? No. The girl has screwed me over before making me look like the "bad guy" in the matter so many times that at this point there's no reason to even try and keep her at arm's length.

I used to feel contempt for the girl, but after three and a half years of her shit talking behind my and behind everyone else’s backs, putting up with her constantly alternating between blowing up my phone and ignoring my texts, and listening to the following inner monologue over and over again (transcribed below in orange)… I’ve finally decided that Hazel makes a better writing subject than she’s ever been as a friend.

“Why does everyone hate me, Sarah? I’m a good person. I don’t complain. I’m really level headed and easy going. Why does everyone like Sam? She’s like...a boy! She acts like a guy and then wonders why she doesn't have any female friends. And she hates babies! She doesn’t even know how to hold a baby! I’ve been holding babies since I was like… six years old. The only reason she’s friends with me is to get closer to Jon. Jon and I are like…best friends! Jon and I used to used to work together and she knows that. He doesn’t even like her, Sarah. No one likes her! She just wants to fuck Jon and that’s the only reason she wants to hang out with me! She doesn’t even like me! Why does everyone like her? She can’t even cook!
Oh my God, Kurt just texted me! He wants to see me! I gotta go. Byez!”

Bye Felicia! I’ll make sure to ignore your texts the next time your boyfriend dumps you...



Was your Facebook post about me!?
Well it wasn't supposed to be, but if the boot fits.