A Cell Phone is Now a Weapon of War?

Okay, so I'm not a bad person. But in this certain girl world, saying one thing out of line could get you majorly $#&%^*@. Especially with someone like... let's call her Rachael. Now Rachael doesn't quite understand that the world doesn't revolve around her feelings, wishes, and words. So when you accidentally get a hairline crack that one eggshell, she'll slaughter the whole chicken.

For one instance, I told some of my other "friends" that I thought it was silly and harsh that her religion forbade women to wear makeup or go to dances. She got V-E-R-Y offended by this and launched a tyrade. I managed to calm her down, and by her grace she forgave me. Oh goodie. But when Rachael's grandmother passes away of natural causes, you never, NEVER say anything beyond "poor baby." Because when you say, "She won't be sad forever. It was only her grandma, and she died peacefully so it's something she can move on from" Prepare for all hell to break loose, freeze over, and come back to beat the crap out of you.

That's where this little nifty invention like a cell phone comes in. Sure, they're a lifesaver when you're in a car crash or kidnapped. But it is a full blown weapon of war when it's used in an anything-goes bitch fight. Text messages, calls, it never ended. To them I was a heartless, backstabbing, bitch of a person. Also a druggie freak because once I accidentally got mildly high off of some paint when I was a painting (forgot to open the garage door) and because I cosplayed. Also, and emo psycho because once in 7th grade I was in a phase and I slit my wrists shallowly just to see what it was like. (Only lasted like 2 months...) and I tried it only once more after my Uncle died. (Reminded me too much of what happened before, so I stopped immedietly) So basically, all I ever said to them was thrown right back into my face.

Now, I was in a perfect position to do the same. Now one of the girls that was calling me all these things (let's call her Nikki) did full blown drugs and lost her virginity in 9th grade to some random guy. But I was so headstrong to NOT be the person that they were accusing me of being that I did not bring up anything. I did not mention any of the hundreds of secrets that they had entrusted in me the whole time we had been friends. Not. One. Even while my phone is still buzzing and humming like mad, I refuse to be like them.

So here's a good moral code when in a fight: Don't say or do anything that they want you to do. I knew that she was just provoking me so I'll say something she can smash in my face later. Also, when in a text fight, they WANT you to respond. If you don't it just makes them angry and then they have nothing to work off of.

Also, sometimes fights like these are a good thing. It seperates out your real friends out with the ones that are secretly waiting to sink the dagger into your unsuspecting flesh. I could tell by who was texting me telling me I was a freak and the ones who were posting on my Facebook telling me that I was talented and beautiful. :)

Just keep this in mind: The names that people call you are just showing the ignorance and frustration inside themselves, especially if it's through text messages. Don't respond, keep a cool head, and delete them as FB friends before they spam every single one of your posts and pictures! >.>

Anyways... good night all. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. :)