“Whatsoever you do to others shall be visited back upon you three times.”
This is the first time I can recall ever seeing this work, even as minimal as it is.
Tonight at the SEDS meeting, Mari made mention of organizing an upcoming fundraiser because Heidi is in poor health.
Yes, finally. After a year and a half I finally get to see her get some of her own. And I feel a great deal of relief that maybe there is some small sense of justice and balance in the universe after all.
It is not three times what she did to me, not nearly, and doesn’t come close to compensating for the entire year-and-a-half of fallout from her one act of calculated malice, but it’s something.
I’m a bit disgusted that anyone would consider throwing money at the bint for any reason, but I suppose I should at least take comfort in the fact that health problems requiring a freakin’ fundraiser are probably a bit worse than your run-of-the-mill problems.
Heidi is a liar and a manipulator. It’s a damn shame that she’s so damn good at it that she has pretty much everyone completely blind to her malice.
Eventually I will post the full explanation of her campaign of lies and what the truth of the matter was. Since this is the only damn place I’ll ever be able to defend myself “out loud” and I’ll never have the chance to say it where it might make any positive difference. But I’m too tired now.
TNGC fucking wears me out. They are either superficially nice to me or they ignore me completely, and I have no damn way of knowing who jumped on the gossip bandwagon, who stood by and watched it happen without a peep of “hey maybe that’s not a nice thing to do,” and who might be completely ignorant of the whole thing. I have no way of knowing what might still be going on (those old rumours shouldn’t be floating back to me again now, if everyone got it out of their systems and got bored with them a year ago), or who’s behind it, or who’s lying and making nice to my face while gossiping behind my back.
It’s like junior high all over again. Only this time the junior high of your worst nightmares. (Hey, I got groped and humiliated in junior high, maybe this time I’ll get raped.)
You people fucking wear me out.
Yes, I’m a couple days early. We had ritual last night and I am unaccountably cheery. Still processing — can’t figure out if I was or wasn’t on both sides of the veil at certain points. No startling revelations yet, although I feel that I have, in part, managed to discard some of the all-pervasive negativity that I’ve been dragged into (repeatedly, kicking and screaming, ad nauseum) over the past couple years. Will have to see how this plays out.