Teenager antics

So, this ex-friend of whom I have written found an excuse to remind me she still exists (these kinds of people always do). She came to the drive-thru window of my workplace this week -- too bad I wasn't the one who waited on her -- and gave my boss a bag with one of my books in it. It was "Women Who Run With the Wolves" that I had forgotten I even loaned her. She wrote my name on one of her "business" cards (she's supposedly selling fresh herbs), which also bears a new e-mail address. She probably changed hers right after our tiff out of fear that I would contact her -- even though I told her that last day that I had blocked her and if she had any ideas about making new e-mail accounts and harassing me, I had the capability to block 500 e-mail addresses. Knowing her, she still believes I would do something.

What makes this so interesting and pathetic is, the first thing I thought of was how a girl who likes a boy will leave something of hers in his car or apartment, like a sweater, gloves, etc., just so she'll have an excuse to call him after their date. I'll bet when ex-friend found this book among her trash (her house is worse than mine, and that's saying something), she rejoiced at the thought that it was the excuse she needed to remind me that she was still "around."

I'd love to have seen her reaction if I had been the one to come to the window. She's got a history of doing this kind of thing. She made a couple of trips to the witchy group we both left to return things to them. It's all such hypocrisy because she's not a truthful person, has no sense of obligation to any commitment she's made, and has that criminal record I mentioned previously. Yet she has to make a "show" out of returning things that don't belong to her. I'm sure glad as hell I didn't loan her that money she asked me for a few months before this all blew up. I knew even then that I'd never get it back if I gave it to her. I knew all along what sort of person she was. I guess the only reason I endured her as long as I did was that it was interesting watching the train on its route to the trainwreck. Though there were quite a few little accidents along the way that proved to be amusing enough.

Now, if I had anything of hers (and I can't think of anything that I borrowed), I wouldn't give it back. Why? Because I simply don't want any contact with her, even it was to leave it on her doorstep. She would take it as a sign of weakness, or some indication that I was thinking about her and I was having regrets. Fuck that. I do have a few things that she gave me as gifts. One was a small djembe drum which I sent to the auction to be sold, along with a small velvet bag. Neither of these things were bad in and of themselves, but they still had some of her residual energy stuck to them, and, frankly, I don't need it or want it. I have a much bigger, better drum now, and I can make myself a velvet bag (better than that one) if I feel like it.

I just find it so amusing that she's still obsessing on me and finding these subtle ways to remind me that she hasn't gone away. Typical Scorpio, though. Thinking they're so sneaky and clever and dark -- when she is scared shitless of anything left-hand. I'll bet that if anything bad has happened to her since we had our last words, she blames me for it. I'm sure she thinks I ran right out that night and asked the gods to rain down hellfire upon her. She thinks I cared that much!! Frankly, she isn't worth the effort. I have nothing to fear from her, she has no power to affect me because she is limited by her fears. Why would I bother to curse someone like that? She's making her own hell without any help from me.