 Friends         | 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.  OokieSpookie: What is up with people who don't reciprocate conversational openers like, "How're you doing?" and "How was your weekend?" Let me get this right: now even no-effort rote small talk is too much work? And if you simply don't want to chat with me? Grow a pair and speak up. I'm grown enough to be told no/go away and not lose my s#!t. I guess I'm just really kind of fed up with so much lack of emotional intelligence and deflecting responsibility onto the OTHER person to read your damn mind. 8 months ago • Report • Link 0 OokieSpookie: 'High maintenance' is not an insult to me. The insult is someone trying to make me believe I am less than my true worth, so I settle for crumbs I don't deserve. I repeat: I know what I bring to the table. I am not afraid to eat alone (until I find people worthy of sitting at my table).  Nighty55: So much enlightened sayings and so little response compared to the light headed beauty showoffs around here (I mean Wireclub) - I picked this post as I could pick many others on your page. OokieSpookie: If you don't text me (like you said you'd do, but conveniently totally forgot about - not even a courtesy text to say plans had changed, thanks), I'll understand. If you don't call me, I'll understand. If I forget your emotionally unavailable a$$, you'll f#@%ing understand. Right? ㋡ OokieSpookie: Best way to determine if someone is worth knowing: answering a question they ask you in a way they don't like. If they attack you, they're clearly not worth a damn. OokieSpookie: Please don't hit on cashiers. We're working. And we're paid to be nice to you. Think you're being cute? You're proving you're severely insecure and predatory. That's as ugly as it gets. To the dude who thinks he's going to impress me by flashing big bills, talking about saving money, offering to buy me coffee and take me to dinner, and more than likely at least once stalking me back to my place (though he hasn't even asked my 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆): you wouldn't know what to do with me if you did have me. Furthermore: make sure you never find out. OokieSpookie: Apparently, being a darkly twisted, smart-ass, compartmentalizing robot with a penchant for weighing statistics and technical analysis in hypothetical, potential romantic scenarios heightens the intrigue rather than dissuading it. Yeah. Maybe I am Nines.  OokieSpookie in reply to louie3135: I know it doesn't always feel like it sometimes, and not by everyone, sadly; but many of us appreciate you brave ladies and gentlemen. <3 OokieSpookie: Found out this afternoon that the con woman panhandler who accosted me in front of Grant about a week and a half ago has graduated to threatening people with a weapon, or pretending to, to force them into withdrawing from the ATM for her. I hope the next time the Communists are in her summer house she stumbles into a shark tank. OokieSpookie: Evil world takeover averted. You can all relax now. (... until boredom sets in again.)  OokieSpookie: Moments like this make me almost want to switch future aspirations from 911 operator/dispatcher to stenographer. 🤣   OokieSpookie: If I don't get this job, I'm going back to psychopaths and dedicating my life to evil (again). OokieSpookie: "I just love how even the 'lightest/fairest' foundation on the market is not blanched enough to match my vampire-pale, glow-in-the-dark skin." I never said ever. |
