…when people play games with me, you know what I mean? Say one thing, but really mean another? Don’t like it. Works my nerves.
And I don’t like it when someone tries to pick a fight with me, and I maintain my calm for a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long time because I don’t like to be baited. And when I finally do snap after being endless badgered and backed into a corner and I finally raise my voice a smidgen, I’m the evil mean one? WTF?
Sigh. It’s all a game, and I’m not playing anymore. Count me out. Take your ball off the playground and go home. Find someone else to bully and manipulate. Geez.