Burnt Newbie Wises Up
I have just been back to the BitchBoard. And discovered that, in my
absence, I received a pasting.
Shortly after joining, I made the mistake of posting quite a bullshitty
message on the BitchBoard about an ex of mine. He had
recently been in contact and asked if I wanted to meet 'to catch up' as
he 'still thought a lot of me'. I took exception to this patronising
tone, promptly emailed him the 'When is a Nice Guy a Jerk' article -and
made the mistake of bragging about it on the BitchBoard.
ER-ERRRRR! While some were sympathetic, others let me know just how
pathetic I had made myself sound and pointed out the fact that if I was
so not bothered about him I would not have felt the need to get
validation from a bunch of total strangers on the Internet.
I read their comments, and then read them again, and it stung, and I
felt self-righteous indignation rise from within like lava from Mount
Etna. I briefly considered reapplying for membership under a different
username, using a different email account, and starting over. Wiping my
old ID from existence and re-entering the BitchBoard like nothing had
But then I called myself to task. What kind of a Heartless Bitch would
that make me? OK, so they wouldn't know what I had done, but I would. I
would know that Victorious was anything but. That she had skulked off
into obscurity under the weight of a few harsh words. So, I grit my
teeth, and wrote another post to the thread, along the lines of "yeah, I
was being a wanker, I won't be one any more, thanks for letting me
Every word pained my ego; but the minute I clicked the 'Send' button, my
conscience was clear. I had done what I am always giving myself credit
for - owned up to being wrong. And it felt good.
I know what you may be thinking. Why does she need their approval
anyway? But I did it for me. After all, other people's thoughts about me
don't actually matter one bit to my life. But my thoughts about me do.
And I knew that if I didn't face up to the reason I posted the original
message in the first place, as well as admitting it did sound somewhat
crappy, I would not be entitled to hold the title of Heartless Bitch -
and I would not be a strong person in my own view.
So, the reason I posted the original message? Because it made me feel
GOOD. The fact that I had finished with this guy over a year ago and he
was still chasing me made me feel wanted. Sure, I feel twenty thousand
times more wanted by my current boyfriend, but that didn't stop The Ego
from craving more. It made me feel attractive. It made me feel
desirable. It made me feel interesting. It gave me something to triumph
about when I told people how I had rejected him. In short, it was all
And it's not as though I even like him! That might have been
understandable (barely). Truth is, the guy sucks. I dumped him because
he sucks. Why should my self-esteem be affected in either a good or a
bad way by someone unimportant to my life in the here and now? That
goes, too, for my other exes, people at work I don't particularly care
for, and Joe Bloggs in the street.
I have realised that I am spending far too much time worrying about
seeming like a 'nice person' (what does that mean anyway?) in front of
the rest of the world, and too little time figuring out what is best for
ME, and how to make MYSELF happy without anyone else's help or
hindrance. I care too much about getting praise, and I care too much
about not being criticised. What I need to do is not give a shit about
either, but start relying on myself, and myself only, for approval or
correction. Not my mum and dad. Not my friends. Not even my boyfriend,
(although his opinion does matter a hell of a lot). Just Me.
Which is not to say that I should just completely ignore anything anyone
ever says to me. There is a difference between noting someone's opinion,
and actually letting it alter my emotional state. The same should go for
other people's moods. My mood is my own, just like my thoughts and
opinions and knowledge. Nobody can take those things away.
So I start now. If anyone unworthy tries to make a comment about my
life, I will tell them politely that their thoughts have been noted, and
now would they kindly fuck off and mind their own business. (Politely,
of course.) In return, I will mind MY own business and not make comment
on other people's lives without provocation (ie if it intrudes on MY
life), or simply being asked. "Yes, I do think you are behaving like a
doormat, and if you want my advice, you should go to Backbones R Us and
get a spine. Well, you did ask..."
A valuable lesson learned, and from a most unlikely source at a most
unexpected time. Who says education only comes from books?