Sister Pearl's World

I would just like to say that I find it ridiculous

that I am in my thirties and STILL dealing with ‘mean girl’ crap from other women who are also in their thirties. I mean, for real. If you don’t like me, if you don’t want to be friends with me, if you don’t want to hang out with me on the weekends, THAT’S OKAY. I’m confident enough in myself to not base my self-esteem and self-worth on whether or not the ‘popular girls’ in the office like me. 

But please, PLEASE do not go through this charade of trying to pretend that you like me, or that you want to hang out with me outside of work when we all know that you do not. Do not pretend to make ‘loose plans’ with me that we both know you have no intention of honoring. Do not sit there and smile and say, ‘Oh, you should come with us’, when we both know you will never actually call me or text me to know when or where you’re going. And most of all, do not sit there in the lunch room on Mondays and be all shy about what you actually did on the weekends because a shadow of guilt is creeping up for not actually calling me like you said you would. It’s insulting to me and embarrasing for you, and truthfully, while it annoys the hell out of me, it does not hurt my feelings.

Because guess what: I actually did things this weekend with my real friends and I really had a lot of real fun with people who actually do give a damn about me. Do you even have those? Real friends, I mean? I do, and they’re awesome. You should try having one sometime.