When you are wrong, you are wrong

So, I lost my temper and it felt so good. 

So, my short-term “guest,” who has now been here for 3.5 months, felt the need to tell me all about myself, via email because talking to me in person is so stressful. 

My apology, not heart-felt, was by email, so OK. 

Apparently, I am a bi-polar, ODC, depressed lesbo who needs to get a hobby. That’s five things wrong. 

Also, thank Darwin, she's straight and always will be, so she will never love me. 

I managed to laugh. My best friend said to congratulate “guest” on having big brass balls. 

Metaphor: My life is 6 feet deep and she has seen 2 inches. Her fiction writer’s imagination filled in the rest. 

If she talks about me to other people the way she talks about them to me … we’d all be better off throwing her to the wolves. 

I will admit to one problem. There’s that definition of insanity: repeating the same action over and over and expecting a different outcome. 

A decade or more ago, I thought “guest” was going through a rough patch and just needed a bit of help. I’ve now repeated that action a dozen times. 

I am a bad judge of character.

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