Pride and arrogance, my dearest friends and my worst enemiesPride and arrogance, my dearest friends and my worst enemies (504 hits)
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Submitted by Fleadh <fleadh1.at.eircom.net> (View user info) at 2005-02-17 12:35:04 EST
Sometimes I'm an absolute prick.
When pride is wounded his big brother Arrogance throws a big red cape over my eyes and he bellows his self-serving tirade into my ears so overwhelmingly that I can't think or hear anything else. Finally when the cacophony in my head subsides and the red drape is removed it seems that in some way I've managed to hurt everybody in the vicinity. There are always tears, sometimes blood and sometimes just a realisation that things are just never going to be the same again now they've seen this side of me.
Arrogance protects Pride by blaming everybody else. Pride can share blame for things, after all shit happens and there is always two sides to every argument but try to lay the blame solely on me and arrogance puts his mitts on with the neck hair fixed in the upright position.
2 nights ago I was going to pick up my girlfriend who was drinking with a girl, who she works with, and her boyfriend whom I had a massive falling out with about 2 years ago. To cut a long story short her boyfriend is an effeminate guy who, whenever he was drunk, used to proclaim his undying love for a male friend of mine. I told her that people were laughing at her and most of our friends were pretty sure he was gay. She destroyed me for that. The last version of the story I heard back was that I was in love with her and orchestrated a hate campaign against her boyfriend in the hopes of getting her myself or some other such bollocks. This messenger wasn't just shot, he was hung drawn and quartered and anally raped by Lexington Steel on Viagra.
Half way to the pub this girl rings me and asks me to come in for a pint with them. I politely decline. I told her that I was driving and wanted to have a pint at dinner with my girlfriend later so I'd take a rain check. The truth of the matter is that I fucking hate these two fuckers now and that while I will be nice to them in public for the sake of my girlfriend be fucked if I'm going to drink with them socially and make nicey nicey.
And then she said it.
Listen, Brian says that he's forgiven you and we want..................... Suddenly the four horsemen rode into my brain and everything went crimson.
Fucking forgiven me!!!! You fucking self-righteous fucking fuck fuck fuck bitch fuck cunt, I keel you, I keel you, araggggghhhhhhhh die bitch die.
A lot of things happened in the 3 hours after that, most of which is a blur that's reminiscent of the way you can remember the faintest traces of a dream but are unsure as to how thy fit together. There was a row with the girlfriend, lots of texts and phone calls from an increasingly drunk and unreasonable bitch friend of hers and the whole time the bastards that inhabit my brain just kept laughing at me. It ended up with me storming through a pub, telling everyone in my way to fuck themselves, issuing death threats to her boyfriend and then running the bitch down with my car when she refused to let go of the door while drunkenly repeating like a really uncool zombie that we should be friends over and over. My girlfriend's boss was in the pub as well just for good measure.
Now I gotta apologise to them all.
I can already hear the instruments of self-destruction tuning up in my head.
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Submitted by Fleadh (user info) at 2005-02-17 12:37:14 EST (#)
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messed up title, reposted