People just need to get over my silence socially ... My life doesn't fucking revolve around groups of people who I dislike any damn way...How many times do I have to say that I don't get along with other females well? I can't stand 95% of the women I come in contact with - vapid mouthed & vacuous come to mind.

Empty vessels does too. 


No I don't want to go to parties and see good time friends - I
remember when shit was against the wall and no one wanted a thing to do with any of us ... Now it seems some of our asses are in the 'clique' with the same group of fucking people who probably ran their cocksuckers about you before. Most of them damn sure ran their mouths about me. Now-  everyone is all fucking chummy and glittered over with faux pleasantries and squishy words that amount to nothing in the end. In the end - cause it always comes the fuck back around - life is circular like that, those people will bail .. and your friends will still be around to pick you up and brush you off ...

So you can run back to the same damn crowd and immerse yourself in local fecal matter.

Bunch of the most damn rinse and repeat mother fuckers I've seen...

This is another reason why I don't go anywhere locally anymore ... Bunch of bullshit. I don't want to break bread with them - much less hang out around a fire with them. No amount of friendship can make me want to chill with a bunch of bigots and hypocrites, while making myself one.

Fuck that...I have my own source for that kinda hell.

Secondly - do you people come to my house? Do you break bread with me? Do you call me?


FUCK NO

I don't' even get so much as Facebook like on the pictures of my kids ... But let me not go to a party ... or come over when they 'summon' me ... and suddenly I'm shit.

Truth is - I'm tired of being the one to pat your backs; offer words; reach out; trying to boost you; trying to keep you lifted and being the one to be there when the leaches walk away after the beer or liquor is gone.

I can't even get a fucking phone call. Not even a "Happy Birthday" to my child.


So what's up Cat's ass?

Realization.

Realization that my friends come to my house; they call me; they care me about me at all times of my life...They make a fucking effort to be involved. Maybe you people who are upset - need to look at how much or if you're even involved in my life.

I ain't your goddamn party friend; good-time Jane...

I was your real friend - the one who didn't need to be fucking entertained by you.