Why Shawnna is a BITCH

You may recall previous blogs in which I mentioned a girl whom I referred to as "Itzall Aboutme". I will now give her a name. It is Shawnna Marie Singrey, aka "Bitter Drama Queen in Desperate Need of a Reality Check". here is a list summarizing her personality defects:

1) the whole world is expected to revolve around her
2) she is a HUGE hypocrite
3) she finds the idea that she possesses a fault to be unthinkable
4) she is a bigger drama queen than me
5) the ability to let go of the past is beyond her reach
6) she is mentally incapable of coming to the realization that shit happens

Here's the story of how I lost one of my best friend:

Somewhere in the middle of my senior year, my friend Tyler told me that he and Shawnna had broken up. He needed some time to think. OK, no problem. I totally understood where he was coming from. I had recently came to the same decision in my current relationship. Well it was about that time that Shawnna, who was also a good friend of mine, stopped calling me/ returning my calls. I could feel us drifting apart, while at the same time I grew closer and closer to Tyler. At school we were inseparable. After awhile, Tyler began seeing another girl. I, thinking of Shawnna's delicate feelings, did not think it appropriate to mention this new girlfriend, thinking that was probably the last thing she would want to hear about, and so on the rare occasions that I spoke with her, I said nothing about it. Well, Tyler moved on to yet another girlfriend (whom he is still with and couldn't be happier), and Shawnna started tocompletely avoid me all together. She was downright rude to me whenever we happened to see each other. I didn't know what was going on, but decided that if she couldn't even come talk to me about whatever her problem with me was, I wasn't going to dwell on it. After all, I had other, better friends. Friends who told me when something was up, called me just to talk, and didn't treat me like a roach infestation.
Well, after a few months of this nonsense, I got uber curious and called her up, vowing to act as though nothing were wrong. After a minute or two of awkward small talk, she began her 1 1/2 hour long bitch session about how horrible of a person Tyler was for "cheating" on her and what a horrible friend I was for "not telling" her. First of all, he told me they were broken up. If that was a lie, how was I to know? If she had been talking to me back then, perhaps I would have caught on to the fact that as far as she knew, they were still together. Also, if she had been talking to me, something about his new girl may have slipped from my lips and she would have thought "hold up, what new girl? We are still together.'' But no. Try as I did, she had all but given up all contact with me. That was her bad, not mine. Anyway, she ripped me a new one for "aiding in the conspiracy" and would not believe me when I tried telling her my side of the story. She was so sure that she was right. I guess when you do nothing but over-analyze something for months on end, you can convince yourself of anything, and as stubborn as she is, she isn't going to change her way of thinking by any means short of mind control. The killer is that she even tried to accuse ME of being another of the girls he "cheated" with! I guess that was aided by the previously mentioned fact that we hung out a lot, however, there was nothing going on between us. But evidently she had little spies at school watching him like a hawk, and however bias their reports were, their word was treated like that of God.
her spies also had their opinions of his new girlfriend, who I happen to think as an awesome person. They called her a trashy slut who "puts out to all the boys" and "dresses like a skank". This girl is anything but trashy, and despises those who are. To my knowledge, at the time of these statements she was a full blooded virgin, and her attire was more tomboyish than skanky. Sadly, the spies were of the sort who find anyone not of their strict religion to be the spawns of Satan, and thus did not portray her in a very flattering light. She is not a "rebel' or an "outcast". She merely dances to the beat of her own drum, which basically means that she does not dress in the most expensive fashions or participate in every offered sport in an effort to gain popularity. I see this avoidance of falling into the cookie-cutter, stereotypical high school girl mold as an excellent quality. Other see it as a sin as horrid as rap music and television.
now the fact that I am *gasp* friends with this girl, and still *gasp, sputter* friends with Tyler was reason enough for Shawnna to deem me a horrible person. When we got off the phone that night, I thought that, perhaps, things would blow over and we could possibly be friends again, though I doubted we would ever be as close as the year before. However, when she still did not call me, or make any effort whatsoever to be hospitable, I said fuck it. She is going to die a bitter old hag with no friends, and I frankly don't give a crap. So today when I was going through the checkout at Wal-Mart, I see that she is the cashier. I do not speak one word to her outside of "is today the 6th?" and she says nothing but the normal "did you find everything you needed today?" and "your total is $4.16." I am about to walk out to my car when she says to me
"You know, I've been thinking, and your story just doesn't jive. I'm pretty sure you knew about everything since December'.
I look at her and go "I told you the truth, but if you don't want to believe me, that's your problem, and I really don't care if you don't talk to me anymore."
"OK. I just thought I should tell you that."
"Fine with me. I have other friends who realize that the world doesn't revolve around them, shit happens, and that you can't blame your problems on everyone else"
"Me too."
"Good. I hope everything works out for you. Have a nice day." I say with a smile and walk off

As I exited the building, I strongly wished that a) I knew which car was hers and b) there were no security cameras in the parking lot.