She just walked in, looked in the mirror, said “Trust me, girl, I know.”
Then she waits a brief moment and tries to start up the conversation we just had wherein she didn’t detect I insulted her intelligence.
So I went on and insulted her intelligence, and she didn’t get any of it.
I explained to her how her generalizations are usually wrong and offensive, and she’s like “what generalizations”
To which I replied the pastor conversation (wherein she stated that any man of god who is not a Catholic priest is a man of the devil and will trick you), assuming all online communities are cults, among other things.
“I never said any of that!”
BULL FUCKING SHIT.
She denied every point I brought to mind, and she could only defend herself with actions that happened today. She said I’m being rude, but she couldn’t exactly place why other than I’ve told her to shut up today.
She said she’s PREFER me to interrupt her to affirm what she’s saying. I see that as ruder that asking her to not repeat herself. She would prefer that I smile and nod than counter her non-working mind’s views.
Christ, did this girl just totally ignore anything regarding free-thought when she was growing up?
She doesn’t realize how stupid she’s making herself look when she repeats herself constantly. I attempt to explain this to her. I tell her that people might not comment not because they don’t get what she’s saying, but because they don’t get WHY she’s saying, and saying so much. She replies that I should say something. Again, I explain to her that “I will not speak while someone else is speaking, it’s rude to talk ove-”
Maria: “Nonononono, yo-”
Me: “You’re talking over me right now, be quiet for a second so I can explain this to you. When you talk, you don’t breathe: you repeat yourself right after you just said it, and you leave no room for someone to comment without talking over you. And when I do take the time to follow your rules and comment while you’re speaking, you don’t shut up and you don’t let me add to the conversation.”
Maria: “Nonono, you don’t get it, I just want a ‘uh-huh’ or something.”
Me: “I give you that, but you’re too busy talking to notice; You’re too busy saying, ‘Trust me, I know’ five times to things you barely get.”
Maria: “What do I barely get? I mean, what is it that you’ve told me that I don’t understand? What is something you’ve explained that you think I don’t understand?”
Me: “My situation at the arcade (I get tokens from doing side work for the owner. She thinks I get tokens by flirting with everyone.). My relationship with Troy. (She assumes he’s my ‘Chicago Boyfriend’ while Jorenko is my ‘Out of Town Boyfriend’) My request to not be involved in your dealings with others.”
Maria: “It’s just my way of saying, ‘Okay, whatever.'”
Me: “Wouldn’t it be easier to say, ‘Okay, whatever,’ than pretending you understand and making your own false generalizations about it?”
Maria: “Generalizations? Wha?”
Me: *scoff, smirk*
Maria: “Okay, fine, whatever, I get it, you’re so rude.”
Me: “At least I don’t try to spark up conversation with a person who’s just going to to bathroom.”
Maria: “What, you mean this morning? All I said was hi and you just ignored me!”
Me: “I waved, I nodded, and I said ‘Hi’ back.”
Maria: “I didn’t see that.”
Me: “Then you continued talking to the TV.”
Maria: “I do that a lot.”
Me: “You talked loud enough, as if you were trying to comment to me about what was going on on the TV.”
Maria: “Nonononono, girl, I talk to myself while watching tv. It’s just commenting on what’s on, Ashley does the same.”
Me: “You usually make verbal comments when someone else is in the room, which would not be ‘all the time.'”
Maria: “It’s not like I talk to myself.”
Me: “You just said you did.”
Maria: “Wha? You’re rude! I just comment to no one about what I think is funny or stupid on TV”
Me: “So you enjoy narrating your thought process. I can live with that.”
Maria: “Narrating? What does that mean? You’re rude. It’s not narrating.”
Me: “It’ Narrating. Making verbal your thoughts or actions.”
Maria: “You see? You get it. And the other things I say mean that I don’t care.”
Me: “Alright, now that I know that, I won’t take anything you say to heart.”
Maria: “You know, you’ve got your own sayings and stupid stuff like that, too.” *leaves the room*
I dare her to name any. She’d probably say that my use of three-syllable words is rude. She’d probably say that I’m scary. She’s probably say I’m stupid for hanging out at an arcade. She’d probably say that I’m scary because I play videogames. She’d probably say I’m satanic because I spend time on the internet.