i'm grateful that my parents raised me not to be a hateful person. i feel bad for people who are mean. what a sad existence, where you feel the need to be mean to strangers, in order to feel better about yourself.
however. since i'm seeing things as wishes, not weeds, i have chosen to view this as "she needed to tear someone else down in order to bring herself up. so if being rude to me gave her whatever it is she needed it today, then so be it."
wishes. wishes. wishes...
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