I thought it was IBS but it was really WRT.
Things like this make me laugh. Hysterically. And for days. Why? Because to me it is hilarious on multiple levels.
Level 1: The stress, anxiety, albeit hardship of my relationship (on multiple occasions) has literally made me ill.
Level 2: Ha! Just called the ex the “shit.”
As you can see Level 1 and 3 are related, more exclusively then in Level 2. Level 2 really is to make me laugh. Now the Tweet is fully explained. (I received some confusion)
Personal issue: I do not like giving credit where credit is due. More exclusively in the male category, when the males behaviors affect my life. I do not like to feel less than. More importantly made a fool of. In my situation both of those things happened. So now I have this self-burdening aftermath.
It’s always interesting to self examine. The things you can realize on your own, though inspired.
My “personal issue” as stated above also has a “silver lining” that I pretend* is the route cause. I feel it’s immature to put it all, whatever that is, on to a guy. In each scenario I must have had a downfall as well. The seed growing the plant of failure was that of my own. I am that seed. My life being the plant. Here we sit in the garden of WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. This I know is not true in all interactions, however.
Why do I like my tweet? Because it’s giving credit where credit is due. That SOB can suck a D.
*Other life events have made this a regular thought process of mine, since childhood. We are addicts of rhythmic insanity, cycling our insignificance that only we legitimize.