Catty Bitch

Gratutitous Cat Shot

Sometimes, I am such a catty fucking bitch.* I get into one of these moods, and it is like the evil stepsister in me rears its ugly head and devours villages. I just can't help myself. Snide comments and rude insults present themselves to me. I don't even have to think of them, they just pour out of my brain.

And when I get in one of these moods, I try not to say all the things that I want to say. I try to keep them in, because in reality, I am not a cruel witch. But the things are in my head regardless, all of those pointed comments, like a prickly cactus garden.

I think it usually stems from one tragic flaw in myself and one major fault in others: my impatience and others' manipulative behavior. I really, really, really hate manipulative people. My mom is the Queen of Manipulation, and having suffered under her regime for years, I bristle when I stumble upon controlling people in the wild world.

And I have almost zero patience for those who use manipulation to get their way. I know that I should be gracious to them, that they probably have a host of personal and psychological problems that have created this monster manipulator, but I just can't do it. It pisses me off that they think I'm so stupid I won't see through their attempts to control my mind. I mean, at least if you're going to try to assert your will over my own, do it in such a way that I feel like I'm doing it for my own sake, not because of your cheap attempts at manipulation.

HMPH. Anyway, I am just holding my tongue over here.

*Isn't the phrase "catty bitch" kind of oxymoronic?