More Nut Jobs For Diddums.

Every single fecking time I think that I've managed to escape the brutality of an insane female mind, I get smacked in the face with a two by four of absolute estrogen ridiculousness. Seriously folks, what exactly has to happen to you through the duration of your life to make you so fucked up?

I am an exceptional judge of character.
It's not often that I can't pick out, "the crazy" in a group of ten, but it is often that I tend to stick by them either out of simple curiosity, pity or the undying belief that has been driven into my head through years of Sunday School: I need to be nice to everyone, no matter how awful they are, especially the pyschos.

I was never nice to Tree.

People may think that it was because she was dating my ex internet boyfriend who lives millions of miles away from me and that I was jealous. It's a logical line of thought and honestly, I would hold a similar belief if the situation was applicable to someone outside of myself. Fair is fair.

I was never jealous of Tree.

Put off by her? Yes. Scared of her undying devotion to poetry? Sure. Annoyed by her never ending lines of rubbish? Absolutely. Convinced she was bonkers after talking to her for five minutes? Completely. Confused by her cheerful attitude towards everything, even the people that outrightly hated her? Definitely. Baffled by her ability to remain the victim perpetually, even through her own stupid deeds? Yup.

Tree was fucked.
And she still is fucked and I'm sure she will remain fucked until she somehow finds it within herself to realise that she's the root of all her issues.

When JIB and Tree broke it off there was a bitter war that raged over the internet.
At the time I wasn't speaking to my far off ex because of a silly spat we had ages ago that was never resolved due to both of our stubborn personalities - Tree took full advantage of that void.
It wasn't long after the break that she had messaged me on MSN with questions regarding my once relationship with JIB. It was weird, but I was still pissed so I vented. Only after did I realise that talking to Tree could only worsen the situation with JIB and I politely told her to piss off because well, it was just weird.

And then it was my fault that she had stalked his other ex girlfriends and caused the ultimate demise of their relationship. Because God knows that it's totally normal to gather an army of JIB hating ex's to form some sort of hate breed against someone who did nothing other than decide that a relationship wasn't right for him.

Jesus.

So some posts were written on LIAC, an email or two were sent and a very understandable disliking of Tree was established and everyone was happy to politely ignore eachother while existing comfortably within the dark corners of internet blogs.

That was until JIB found out that she had sent emails to even more random people and he simply lost his cool.

More posts were written. More anger was spewed and then came the crucifixion and I laughed all the way to my blog.

Some selected tidbits that I sincerely enjoy are:

"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you letting Anna misrepresent the truth? Why are people using my name? Why am I being crucified in public over something that happened long ago and was forgiven? I am not going to defend myself on your journal and go through a point by point argument. Anna has everything distorted. I'm not going to post msn convos and emails and all sorts of shit to "clear my name." I've learned the hard way.

You are being as cruel as she is by letting this continue."

Yes. I was being absolutely unfounded and cruel to stand up for my friend in a bombardment of asinine female commentary by posting a real-life, unaltered email that was the epitome of honesty. It's also quite interesting that crazy Tree thinks that, "Tree" is her real name and not her internet nick name. But, really lets not nitpick.

"Why am I the only one apologizing and taking blame for actions? Why does everyone else get off as innocent? Will I have to apologize and be punished for the rest of my life because of this transgression?"

You're apologizing because you were in the wrong dumbass. That bitter taste in your mouth is called guilt and the apologetic tones that are pouring out are what most like to call, "a regret."
And really, don't be so dramatic. It's not the rest of your life, it's just till you learn how to turn off your computer and not get so emotionally attatched to pixels, you fecking wack job.

And the piece de resistance:

"I am fucking begging you to make it go away. Please, Jason. Please. Just make it stop. I will go away forever, regardless, but just make it stop. I can't pull the Penelope trick and make myself believe that you would be cruel enough to let it continue. I can't imagine you enjoy watching Anna fuck me up or that you really wanted to throw away what we rebuilt. If that's the case, then I guess there's nothing more to say. But, even so, I'm still begging you to make it go away. I've only harbored kind thoughts about you for many, many months. Just let me be. Stop letting my name be used in public, especially when it's associated with something that makes me look like what I am not. It's just not fair to keep torturing me over this."

And my final thought:

It's a mother-fucking blog.