A Malcontent’s Diary

An acquaintance of mine is well known for being a malicious gossip. I was warned about her by mutual friends when I first entered the same social sphere. She is the kind of person who takes pleasure in the misfortune of others, but unlike the rest of us content to allow misfortune to land where it will, she will twist and play and tweak and finagle to help engineer situations that allow her the satisfaction of gloating and having something to gossip about. One of the more annoying aspects of her character is the air of saintly perseverance she wears during all this, as if she is surprised that such and such turn of events has come about, and as if she is doing us “mere mortals’ a favor by giving us the benefit of her wisdom.

Being well traveled on this road of life, I have met her sort before in various guises, so forewarned I kept to the periphery. Over the last year or so, I have watched with great enjoyment as her feeble attempts at Machiavellian manipulation brought her entire social structure to the brink of collapse. She was out played at her own game by another woman, who one assumes has more experience at this nonsense. Thus, bereft of friends and desperate for acceptance she turned to me. In order to keep her a suitable distance I generated a construct and allowed her to befriend it. And the stupid girl is now up to her old tricks.

She is trying to play me off against a mutual friend, whilst coming across as a saintly and wise heroine. She carries an air of desperate and impotent rage, as if our doings have brought her terrible misfortune. And of course, once one peers deeper into the situation, it is an obvious house of cards. A nonsense here, a deliberate misinterpretation there, all balanced on her own her nauseating ego. Unfortunately she made the mistake of thinking I am a “nice guy”. She has no idea of the depths of my hate and rage. I have a very short and very violent temper. As arrogant as it sounds, and is: I am not the person you want to fuck with. The last person who tried this lost her job, her fiancé and was expelled from the university she was attending. I take inordinate pleasure in revenge. I have been very well trained and have been doing this for a very long time.

We shall see how this particular scenario pans out. I am very busy at the moment, both professionally and personally, so I’m hoping she stays quiet. I gently explained to her my point of view, and then had her shunned from her social group. Friendless, she tried once more. I am stifling the urge to fucking destroy her, and instead ignoring it hoping it goes away. If I have to interrupt my busy schedule to debase myself once more in the filth of revenge, it will go very badly for her.