Journal Entry #9: If You Still Believe In The Single, Bitter Woman Trope You Are Not Intelligent Enough To Converse With Me. Sorry Not Sorry.

“Instead of using your best efforts to get my attention, why don’t you sit quietly in the corner and allow the mature, free-thinking adults to speak? Go color or something. Eat crayons for all I care.”

“Why are you so mad?”

“Who hurt you?”

“You’re just a bitter woman who will die alone.”

“I can feel your anger through this post.”

“(Gaslighting)”

“(Even more gaslighting)”

“(Dissertations on their personal lives that I don’t care about)”

Here’s the thing.

You move through life completely unaware of your own emotions. So how do you conclude that you an expert on mine?

You cannot sit with me. You cannot have a conversation with me about anything. We have nothing to discuss. It is actually beneath me to speak to you. It is a privilege to interact with me and be in my presence, and you simply haven’t earned that.

I know we live in a society that is now telling everyone that they matter and we should include everyone and blah, blah, blah. However, I completely…