I hate people who are indirect. I hate people who beat around the bush. I hate guessing games, I hate cloak and dagger, I hate shrouds. People think that by being indirect with me they are doing me a favor because they believe I can’t handle honesty. No sorry; I know what beating around the bush looks like. I know what tiptoeing does. I know because every single time I have EVER decided to play ball in this stupid charade, the finger is pointed straight in my face asking why I couldn’t have been more truthful. FUCK you, seriously, fuck you.

So glad I told her off.  What a stupid bitch.  Never have I seen such hypocrisy, self-victimization, and projection of own faults onto someone else, from a woman who considers herself a feminist.  I am equal opportunity.  I don’t see friendship with a woman as a platonic wasteland.  I just recognize bullshit.  I am bullshit sniff detector.