National Hate Week
Yes, I’m being politically incorrect.
No, I don’t give a rat’s vagina if you like it or not: April 6 – 12 is National Hate Week.
On April 6, many, many moons ago, I took a magic marker and wrote on a sweat shirt:
I’m not prejudiced, I hate everybody.
Did I just hear someone ask, “Why?”
When you’re 18, a year seems such a long time. My first year of college, I had a boyfriend in ROTC. I’ll call him “Fink,” since that’s the closest I can get to the word I really want to use.
We were part of “the misfits club,”a group of people no one else wanted to be around. We met every day in the cafeteria. We would do things like fill water glasses and circle the rims with a finger, trying to find the most dissonant sounds possible. People around us got up and moved, grumbling about the “weirdos.”
Yes, we were THAT kind of amazing.
On April 6, my boyfriend brought flowers. I started to take them from him and he said, “These aren’t for you. Give them to Kim and tell her I want to go out with her.”
After the tears stopped, I asked “Why?”
“I don’t love you,” He said.”But we can still be friends.”
Have you ever been in so much shock you couldn’t speak?
I felt like a Zombie as I walked toward her room.
Kim lived in my dorm, just up one flight of stairs and a few doors down. She had moved to the USA from an Asian country, a woman I admired for her maturity and her intellect. I knocked on her door and she graciously allowed me inside, then I explained what had happened.
“I will not take those flowers,” she said. “Any man who would be so cruel to a woman who loves him cannot be trusted. You deserve better.”
That statement changed my life.
I walked downstairs to my ex-boyfriend who was still waiting for Kim’s answer, thrusted the flowers at Fink and told him, “She said no.”
Then I went to my room and redesigned my sweatshirt. On that day, I swore the next time I was in a dying relationship, I’d be the leaver instead of the leavee.
One or two weeks later (or it could have been a month — I don’t know, and I don’t care) he came a-groveling, asking me to take him back again. It felt so good to say, “Hell no.”
Fast forward to “now.”
I found Fink on Facebook. He is a pudgy, balding man married to an Asian woman several years younger. She didn’t look all that happy, so I’m wondering if she was a mail-order bride. He liked to post pictures of beautiful Asian women.
Thank God I dodged that bullet.
This year, for National Hate Week, I was flat on my back with what was probably the flu. When it comes to hate, nothing is better at dispensing it than nature.
I’m 59 and think it is safe to say that aside from some past, biology lab, that I have never heard a reference to wagering on a rat’s vagina. I can die now. I’ve heard it all 😊
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LOL! A rat’s vagina is not worth dying over. 🙂
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I looked up my college boyfriend. He used to criticize my looks when I was 18/19 and not as hot as the other college girls. I’ve aged okay, considering. But he’s fat and bald. Hah!
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What an excellent example of Karma. Makes you want to send a picture of yourself now and write on it, “Sorry you’re ill. As you can see, my life turned out great.” 🙂
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Very tough for you at the time. Fortunately, I never got that close to people, even boyfriends, so I never really cared much when the relationships broke down but I have deep sympathy in situations like this having witnessed the devastation with family and friends.
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It taught me an excellent lesson. I can understand why so many people get dogs if they’re looking for a loving companion.
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Fink indeed! Ow you should look up the ‘her’ to which you mentioned. She was wise. I love your style! Cheers,H
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Thanks. 🙂
She had a very common name for someone from her country — on par with trying to find a John Smith in the USA.
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I’ve seen some lowdown tricks, but that one won the prize. I’ve even been the brunt of a few, during college days.
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It was like being sucker punched.
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