Why am I so intuitive?

Having recently had a wonderful visit with a dear friend, who’s more like a twin, I say that because we are very much alike. It is of great comfort to me to know her and spend time with her because if I did not have her, I would go through life explaining that I am not a judgmental, paranoid bitch.  Having someone in my life who is on top her game as I am, I never feel the need to explain.


I realize that a lot of what people say and do are “habits”..and that is something I do as well. I may respond to a comical email with “how funny”..instead of using my own brain and writing “I think that was so funny, I really laughed!”.  I may also “automatically” be polite because I am polite and very much about respect. In hindsight though, I will ask myself “why didn’t you just tell ____to to take a long walk off a short pier?” Or be more direct and tell them exactly what is on your mind??  Because sometimes you aren’t in the mood to have a headache that will ensue, sometimes you just do the polite thing because, in reality, you are not aggressive..unless you are forced to be.  So, I get ALL that…I DO.


What I don’t GET is those that constantly lie, pretend, sneak, and plot. They do this with their friends, they do this with co-workers, job applications, the tax department (idiots) and everything they come into contact with. There’s always a plan, if you will, to have it all come out in their favor. Leave nothing to fate, because they know that fate doesn’t like their kind much at all. 


Many people are just unhappy, and for good reasons some of the time, finances stink, relationship stinks, maybe they have lost someone they love dearly to the heavens, maybe they have lost their job, it could be that they have had or been in a terrible accident or some trauma, it could just be GUILT..whatever it is, for each person it is REAL and it does affect them and how they carry out their day to day to lives.  It doesn’t have to, but you can’t tell them that unless they want to change their lives around.


The sort of people I am speaking about may well have those issues, and it could very well be what makes them the “demons shat from hell” that they are today..frankly, I don’t give a fuck!  Should those people find themselves in my exclusive circle of people that I call my friends, (not my facebook friends, my REAL friends) they will swiftly find out, and become greatly annoyed that they can not pull their shit with me. Ah, yes, for a while, they will…because I am a trusting person, and I am a person who overlooks A LOT of things in order not to be “all up in their business” so to speak.  It is not a requirement of friends to agree on everything n’ anything..sometimes you have to accept their false as they must accept yours..but only up to the point that you see their false lies within their soul and they are actually a soul-sucking demon in human clothing. That’s when most run..but it is when I expose them..initially, people will say “nooo, you have them all wrong”..or “you’re reading too much into it”, and even “do you even like anybody?”..these things I must live with, but I do not stop ripping layer after layer down..and finally, people see what I showed them all along..no..it isn’t rewarding, it pisses me off because I HAD TO PROVE I WAS RIGHT  to be believed. BUT, that is HOW good these fuckers make themselves out to be. Except with me. 


I watch someones face and eye movement when telling me a story without even realising it..because when I begin to doubt the story, I will later (even months later) recall what they were wearing, their facial expression, eye movements, the pitches in their voice, their hand gestures, etc.and I know when someone is talking to me, I’m not analysing them, on a conscious level, anyway. 


I have always disliked a woman my step-brother married, I never met her in my life..just email contact and later facebook contact..I knew from the opening gate I did not like her, though I tried very much to like her..I set aside many things she said, implied, and reacted to and how she reacted to them..in order to like her..in the end, I concluded that I could not stand her, not because I’m a bitch, but because she is, as well as a pathological lair and an attention seeking slag.  She made a highly offensive status one day, and I called her on it..but simply by saying “that sounds racist”..I’m sure you didn’t mean it to..but it does. After I did, 2 others echoed my response..to retaliate, she went on a mission to do her best to humiliate me, which did not go very far..as she knows nothing about ME, as I said, I did not like her from the start, I certainly never had personal conversations with her, so instead she began to make things up, as she was dwindling down with trying to prove what she was saying about me, (because she could not) she deleted me..thus disabling my ability to defend myself. Which is fine..but it proves my intuition about her.  No good, from the opening gate. Since that has occurred, she has offended my sister and my mother..while I am sorry that happened, it again, proved what I was saying all along, she’s no fucking good.


There’s another story I will delve into later, this is way too long..and I will let you rest on this.


As for my friend, my twin..she gets it, as she warned me before about someone and I didn’t listen..that will never happen again.


xoxo
Sobria.


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Comments

Anonymous
July 24, 2011 at 3:45 pm

Hi Sobria,

I totally understand what your saying and how much more can so easily be said. It's a jungle out there, but we are indeed 'top of our game' and shall remain so, regardless of who or how many try to change that status.

United forever, your twin.



July 24, 2011 at 3:48 pm

Wow, you so know how I could go on and on! And, that is what makes me feel so great, knowing I'm not alone and I hope it gives you comfort to know that I too, understand all the way..when you just know that someone is not who they say they are or pretend to be…I nod my head and listen, because we know what most find out too late.

xoxox



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