Despicable Me

Good movie. Great description. Speaking of which, I should probably start finding clever nicknames for everyone I'm going to talk about. If I wont even publish my real name, it'd be unfair to publish anyone elses, correct? Ugh. This better be as mentally beneficial as everyone assures me.

So I was thinking about what a desperately good person I am when something someone, we'll call him Brody (I never saw it, but apparently everyone else did. I considered Dartanian, but skipped over it. Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.), said one night. We were talking about exes, since we never gave a shit, and I relayed a story. Something about love and affection and all the things I'm not good at, and how I didn't return it and blah blah. Something strange. And true to Brody form, he spared no time in telling me how awful that was. I think the word 'manipulative' was thrown around. Of course I vehemently deny this, because I'm awesome, but maaayyybe it's true.

I always thought it was just this sort of uncanny ability to get what I want. (Allow me to stop here and assure you, I'm not a bad person. But eh, that's not particularly objective, is it?) But I think it's more so me knowing how to get what I want, and getting it. The most recent example:

So I'm dating boy, we'll call him, Picture Perfect. Why you might ask? Because I saw him in a picture and decided he was perfect and immediately needed him in my life. So.... I got him in my life. You might think this is my example, since I'm talking about getting things I want. But it's not. There's more.
So this extremely attractive person has not only been noticed by yours truly, obviously. So there's this mousy little girl, shall we call her Little Mousey?, with whom he used to talk. Now, Little Mousey is that girl who needs everyone to like her. Boys mostly, as she sneaks her co-workers boyfriend, then cheats on him with two other men (atleast) one being Picture Perfect. It's sad, and if she wasn't so ridiculous, I'd actually like her. But, as it was a week after being uncerimoniously dumped by Brody, and I was soundly and wonderfully slumbering under the covers with Perfect, I was none to happy with the 1 am texts and calls. INAPPROPRIATE! She was fully aware of Perfect's new 'taken and loving it' status. (It was mostly compounded by my terrorizing and destroying her in public at a bar in Home-Town. We'll call it H-town for short, shall we?) Well, she continues to try and contact him, so I send her a very composed text, inviting her to GTFO. And she did. :)

All of this is to say, maybe I am manipulative in some ways. But I'm also that bitch that'll squash stuff right at the start. If I feel like fighting for you, trust me I will. Without calling it something else or disguising it. If I want you to leave me and my man alone, I wont passive aggressively talk behind your back or spread rumors or do ANY OF THAT. I'll tell you to your face what I want from you. I've always prided myself on being able to tell people exactly how I feel.

I don't call it manipulative. I call it black and white. But nobody's used to that anymore. Welllllllll, if you want me around, get used it. :)