Whispers in the Wind

Written by: F.J. Ping

July 2013

About

This is a short story true story of most the hurt people have tried to bring me down with, but I only became a stronger and better person while they just keep sinking lower and lower.

E-mail: franping@yahoo.com

Normally, I like to try and live a peaceful life. Key word: try. I’m not the type of person to care what one does with his or her life to gossip about them. I’m pretty busy as it is. I worked eight part-time jobs at one point and I had to quit three of them. This whole time, people I didn’t know, have never met in my life were whispering about me – bad things, bad untrue things. I was shocked. This whole time I was volunteering they were doing nothing but running their mouths about how they think I’m such a “horrible” person, while I give my skills virtually free to the community, while I’ve never said one word to them or about them in my entire FUCKING life until I heard them gossiping about me. I wanted to know who these people are. I don’t care to seek revenge, but when people came at me like this out of nowhere, I wanted nothing but revenge for wasting five years of my life with this petty drama and causing me to lose a long time friendship. I used to think after graduating high school I wouldn’t have to deal with any more of that kind of pettiness. I was wrong.

In fact, as people got older, they brought more pettiness into my life when one would think adults would mature and learn when to quit behaving like 15-year-olds in high school who at this point act far better than these people. I often wonder what far more I could have accomplished had I not been entertaining these “haters,” for lack of a better term. There’s more to life than feeding negative people. This whole time I was in the hospital trying to be there for a family member who was almost dying, these people were gossiping about me, this WHOLE time. And my so-called friend of 23-years wanted to show empathy for these people. She wonders why I called her a “fake” friend. You can’t avoid a subject, not talk about it and pretend to be friends at the same time. She thought that by not talking about these haters, she could be nice to them and still keep me as a friend. She thought wrong.

I was very shocked especially because I’ve never been anything else but a kind and respectful person and these people just come at me out of nowhere attacking me and saying things about me. So it should have been a given of who to defend with no questions asked. I just don’t understand how someone can say such hateful things about someone he or she has never met. I have never before met crueler, more obnoxious, bullies in my life until I encountered them and certain people want to acknowledge them. They weren’t online, either. If I saw them in public, I couldn’t X them out in public and block them in public.

These people were, still are the most attention seeking, hypocritical liars on the face of this planet. I didn’t know who they are and I have no clue why they are talking about me the way they do. Do they get joys out of it or something? Apparently! It makes them feel better about themselves to bring down a nice person. Last time I checked the Drama Queen who is talking about me is notorious for being a, “Bitch” and she is proud that people know her as such. Last time I checked, she got kicked out of the marching band because no one liked her in it. I’ve never had that happen to me but she thinks I’m the one who is the so-called “bitch,” right?

No matter what they say about anyone else doesn’t mask the horrible creatures these people are. There is more than one person who has acted this way toward me so I can’t give one name at all anyway to identify this type of person: both male and female. It’s a mixture of several personalities. If I were an outsider, I would think they were the horrible people to keep talking about someone who couldn’t care less about them. This Drama Queen is so full of herself she thought I care about what she does. No, I actually don’t. I only care about the innocent wife of a husband she hurts and the families she could potentially break apart. It doesn’t matter to me if I have no attachments to the wife. It’s just morally wrong altogether and I’m not going to use to reasoning because “I don’t know” the wife to do nothing about it. I care about the children, too. I don’t care when a selfish, immature person feels hurt. She deserves the pain because she brings it upon herself.

When they acted like they “knew” who I was even though they have never personally met me, never hung out with me, I was disgusted that these people thought they could associate themselves with me. I don’t hang out with drama queens, much less befriend or acknowledge them online. I don’t know any. If I did, they aren’t in my life anymore. I, honestly, couldn’t care less what they say about me – only STUPID people who don’t know any better believe people what they say while they have never met me in their entire lives. I’m a grown woman! I don’t care at all about this childish nonsense, for real. They keep trying to waste my time with it.

Well I found out who these losers are. They don’t have a pretty history themselves so I was a bit bewildered that they thought they could point fingers at anyone else but themselves. Here this woman who was gossiping about me gets joys out of “stealing” people’s boyfriends and husbands and she thinks she can talk about me when I don’t do anything of that sort? I laughed when she wrote a blog talking about me and other people saying they have nothing better to do and she thinks they wish they had her life or something. I responded back saying why would anyone want her life? She is the one who is trying to take the place of other people’s wives and she thinks she can say people are all about her life? When I called her out, of course she deletes the blog and the comments included. Why bother writing the entry in the first place if you’re just going to do that? You think I’ll let you sit there writing crap about me without a response while you use my first and last name like the unethical blogger that you are?

She also starts trouble with her own damn friends and it is like why make more enemies who don’t have any attachments to her at all who have nothing to lose but everything to gain by putting this person in her place?

A woman who doesn’t deserve a name, a nameless woman verbally attacks me at a bar while she’s married with three children thinks she can say I’m “trash?” She’s thirty something years old, flailing her arms in public, acting a fool. She’s the one acting like a baboon, yelling, causing a scene in public, running out of breath for yelling at someone she doesn’t know and she thinks she can call ME, TRASH? Now that was it. I’ve had it with trash calling me trash when I’ve lived a pretty decent life and I work hard for what I can get for myself. This just happened a month ago, too all because of something that happened five years ago. Are these people delusional? I think they’re mentally insane. I’ve tried ignoring them for years as you can see ignoring them doesn’t work. They want attention and they’ll do anything to get it.

No matter how much they try to act like they’re better than me, an immature mother of three who verbally causes bar fights in public cannot be the better person in any way shape or form, unless, unless she genuinely apologizes for what she did to me. I shudder at what she teaches her children how to handle situations if she herself can’t handle situations like an adult. I’ve heard I wasn’t the only one who she attacked at the bar either. What really got under my skin is when I informed the bartenders of what they did to me. The bartenders are sympathetic toward me luckily, but they said the only way they could bar her was if I stopped messaging them online as though I was the one “bothering” them. If anyone doesn’t have their facts straight it’s the drama queen and her psycho friend who attacked me. The Drama Queen keeps saying “Get your facts straight,” but she’s the one who’s never, ever, EVER had her facts straight about who I am and it’s only in her head. She is the one who has never had her facts straight about anything that I do with my life. She is just someone’s jealous, spiteful, psycho ex. The funny thing about her is that she thinks she can call anyone else psychos and stalkers when has she looked in the mirror at the biggest one of all?

All my information I’ve ever gotten about her, were from her own words and I’m simply using her own words against her, and she thinks I’m the one who “doesn’t” have my facts straight, ha, that’s funny. She had a public blog talking about all her frustrations but it was nothing but bad mouthing people, even her own mother, and she wants to call herself a “writer.” She showed no shame in airing all of her dirty secrets, but when someone calls her out for them she marks her blog private. Coward much? She thought she could write entries without people judging her well that’s what she gets for judging other people she doesn’t know at all.

When I called her out for acting like her cheater of an ex-boyfriend was better than her mother she and her friends claim I was “talking shit” about her dead mother. I laughed. I don’t talk shit and I don’t talk shit about anyone, I also don’t talk shit about the dead. I’m the one who has always had the facts since the beginning. Mothers know best when to say a daughter shouldn’t be with someone for the most part. In her case, her mother knew best but she didn’t listen to her mother. She’s the one who’s talking shit about her own dead mother. It’s all self-hatred projecting it onto me quite frankly.

She came at me out of nowhere many moons ago because I was the new girl in her loser ex-boyfriend’s life. It’s funny because this guy her ex, keeps telling people what a “slut” I am and it’s like who is he to also talk when he cheats on everyone he has ever dated, and with that drama queen none the less. I was fine when he didn’t want to date me because I didn’t want to date him, we just hung out. Who knew a week of hanging out with this loser would burden my life for the next four to five years. At least when I had relationships, I was the main woman in all of them. It’s like these people have no idea what the basic morals of society are at all. They have been selfish all of their lives. The only people they give a crap about are their family members, and even then, they shame their own family without realizing it. They couldn’t care less how their personality affects their family they just keep on doing what they do without a care in the world.

The sick part of this whole thing is that they have the nerve to act like they’re the pathetic victims trying to get people’s sympathy but in reality they are the ones who started this many moons ago and I’m just giving them a taste of their own medicine, but they don’t like it when it gets handed to them, huh? I did tell them they messed with the wrong person, but that doesn’t stop them to seek attention on their statuses mentioning me and my name in public. She thought she could put my first and last name while typing her pathetic rumors about me. At least I have enough class to not mention her name at all so I don’t feel sorry when I publish this. I don’t feel sorry.

They still feel the need to bother me, anyway, while time and again I have put them in their places over and over. While I do that, though, I still have class. Never sacrifice class for people who have none. I lost a 23-year friendship out of this, but I told my ex-friend, if she wants to acknowledge, show empathy for those hateful and spiteful people, she just can’t be a friend to me at the same time as well. I don’t know what real friend would want to befriend people who do nothing but say crude things about a friend of 23-years. That’s unforgivable. Why does she want to acknowledge those negative people at all?

You know what, though? They are the victims. They’re right. They are the victims of low self-esteem and over-inflated egos so they feel the need to talk badly about other people. Not only do they gossip about me, they have the galls to try and blame this on me as well. Let me tell you something: a real person takes full responsibilities for their actions and puts their egos aside to admit when they’re wrong. Who the hell did they think they are to block me, to act as though I was the one bothering them? I guess a person has to be ten times more annoying to the bully who harasses you in the first place, right? Being reasonable to these kinds of people doesn’t exist. If it isn’t me they’re whispering about, it’s someone else. I used to message my haters why do they think they’re such a “ball of awesome?” I’ve never gotten an answer as to why they think their shit don’t stank. It’s not like they look like super models. Hardly, but they act like they have something to brag about. She says she’s not like most women as though it’s a good thing. She’s a different kind of woman, she’s right, but not in a good way. She’s a “special” kind of woman.

Copyright © 2013. “Whispers in the Wind.” F.J. Ping