Hate is a word I rarely use. Very, very few people are worthy of it. However, there is one person to whom the word is all too easily applied. She shall hereafter be referred to as "Karen".
"Karen" is a fucking bitch who needs a very large stick shoved up her ass. She thinks she's so superior. She thinks that she's better than you and needs to be in control of everything, whether she is qualified and deserves to be or not. She loves to hold it over your head how wonderful she is--though she's not. In reality, there's nothing special about "Karen": she's an average student; gets average marks, doesn't really try, finds ways around things. You know.
But when she really wants something, she buys her way in. "Karen" has never once been denied the leadership and status that she desires for some reason beyond me (because she never does anything with those positions besides put them on resumes). For a long time, many people liked her because she has a deceivingly friendly disposition. Recently, however, people have begun drifting away from "Karen". They say she's too clingy and that she can't do anything for herself. They say they're sick of her standing on some pedestal.
Get down off your fucking pedestal, Karen, so I can bitch-slap you.
God.
I hate her. I really do. And I know I shouldn't hate, and that it's terrible to despise another human being, but I can't help it. It's justified. I don't care what you say.
I cannot forgive her because she's spent the last two years of her life being a bitch to me from the moment she met me. Telling me to fix my mistakes while she never once fixed hers.
Yes, Karen, I make mistakes. Obviously, you do not. Because you're fucking perfect and all.
^Sarcasm.
I apologize for sounding like a middle schooler, but I needed to get that off my chest.
Tomorrow...we'll see what I can do to reclaim my dignity.
panoply (noun): splendid detail
KLP
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