Reflecting...

Now that things are finally calm again, I think I can finally talk openly about a couple of things. Most of you who read this blog know about the tiff I have with a certain person, who is still continually having her friends harass me, or doing it herself if she has time, to this day. It has gotten to a point that while I know the person who caused the problems hasn't moved on, I've done enough thinking to get over my own insecurities and realize that at the very least:

I'm worlds better than she is, or will ever even come close to being.

I'm tired of feeling resentful and vengeful because of what she did, poking into my life and thinking she could try to ruin a good thing for me just because she was still obsessed with an ex-boyfriend that she drove away because she wasn't ready to be good to anyone but herself.

But when push comes to shove, I'm grateful to her in a strange, hardly direct sort of way. I understand that for a lot of people, when you're just a kid, you're not ready to think of other people yet. When you're still a kid, you don't realize that the world isn't just drooling at your feet, wanting to make you happy at their expense. When you're still a kid, you wanna think about yourself, and you're not ready to think about how much you hurt other people, and maybe that's understandable at that age, so whatever. Like I said, some people just never grow out of it, and unfortunately, she ended up being one of those people. It's sad. Between the two of us, I'm the one who's still a teenager - yet who's the one hemming and hawing on MySpace about stories she made up to make her ex-boyfriend look bad? I can't believe she's twenty. Maybe she's just going senile early.

I'm grateful because maybe it taught the man I love something that I've learned as well - when you have something amazing, don't let it go. Compare your dream-come-true with the nightmares that came before it. I'm not perfect - as a girlfriend, or in any other way - but I'm faithful, and I'm loyal, which is more than can be said about her. I can't make miracles, but Erik knows very well that I'd make sacrifices to make him happy, because I know he would do that for me. We appreciate one another, and we can have faith in each other, and trust each other. We know our relationship is something more than she will probably ever experience in her lifetime, and for that, I pity her.

I understand why she went so crazy - look at Erik now. Well, no, don't. He's mine, so I'll just tell you about him. LOL.

Anyway - he's good looking, he's dedicated, he's got a future ahead of him. If I was that girl, I'd be absolutely seething too. She had possibly the most loyal, the most fun, and quite frankly one of the best-looking guys out there, and she lost him because of her own immaturity and inability to grasp the meaning of the word 'relationship'. Maybe at least now, she's come to realize that he was out of her league, and that's why she's bitter. I hope she's learned a lesson that you can't erase the past, and even though you change your image, move to a new place and hide the wrongs you've done, they'll always exist. Honey, that's a stain that won't come out.

So, Jenny, if you're reading this (and you probably are), don't bother whipping out your dictionary to look up the big words I used. All you need to know is this:

No matter how much sexier or prettier you say you are, no matter how much you say you get laid more than I do - that only places more emphasis on the fact that inside, as a person, you have absolutely no redeeming qualities. You will always be more untrustworthy, more pathetic, and quite frankly, more mentally unstable than I am. You will always be dumber and dirtier than I am. No matter how old you get, you will probably always have the mind of a twelve-year-old little girl who's obsessing over a crush gone wrong. You will never be more than just a girl, merely looking for a boy to occupy your spare time.

Meanwhile, Erik is and will always be my man, and he knows how to treat an intelligent woman.

And you have absolutely nothing to say in reply because you know that I'm right.