i'm upset and when i'm upset i write these good cathartic posts. what is good, and who is to decide that anyway. especially when i'm not blogging for sale and i'm not requesting consumer approval.

so this post is about overbearing women. the kind who love making you squirm in your seat because they disapprove of you. the kind who pointedly teach you that the right way to take group photos is to get people's feet in(?!). so you get the picture. i mean, come on woman. grow out of it now. relax a little. let go a little. learn to cherish life. be a little less step-mother-ly.

the kind who tell you that it's your fault you cannot block the light streaming in from one side. i mean, one would have thought the cleverer and easier way to do this would be to locate the group such that light does not stream in. anyway, let this post not turn into one about the art(lessness) of taking group photos... so these women are the kinds who hold grudges for years. who thrive on baseless fame and rude authority and evil sarcasm. and who train people around themselves to derive humor at the expense of other people, always. no joke of theirs would be funny if someone were not made to look funny.

who genuinely regard it as praise when someone tells them they are "a publishing machine". and will you believe it that the person who said this also meant it sincerely as a compliment!! maybe i'm totally missing the point here or maybe i'd be totally guilty of agreeing with the comment only if it was an insult.

the weird thing is these are the women one does not usually care tuppence for. and one neither likes nor respects them to value their opinion on anything. the kind i could happily push off a cliff some dark evening if i had the chance, and later seriously forget all about it. she is so immaterial to my life. and yet these are the people who can often severely hurt you, upset you, arouse in you such strong hatred for them that you wonder why you're having any kind of strong feelings for her at all. she isn't worth this. she isn't worth a post on my blog. and yet here's to you C.. may you hold that grudge against me till your last day alive. i'm through with you. i wash my hands off of you. its a true farewell. and i do hope i don't see you ever again.