This blog was meant to be about Persepolis, and I intend to write about that soon. But, considering basically nobody in question will be reading this, I decided to be fifteen years old and write about some shit that's going down over the web.
Imagine for a moment that you're a nineteen year old girl. You've been working a full-time job but now you're unemployed because you've gone back to university and you're struggling to find a new job, but you're doing okay for now. You're studying Arts, you're modestly good-looking, average height average weight decent figure etc. Until recently (well, end of last year) you were in a relationship. You thought it was a decent relationship, because you were naive and caring. You were willing to continue a friendship because you're a nice person and because you don't like drama getting between friends.
A month later you discover that the scoundrel you'd been dating had been cheating on you for the very end of the relationship. Hence the dumping. Suddenly a lot falls in to place. Like why he was so awkward at the New Year's Eve party he invited you to (really, he could've just told you then), and who that not very attractive chick who showed up at 4am was.
Naturally, you're pissed. You trusted this guy and wanted to be friends with him and now you can see things clearly. How he treated you very poorly the entire relationship. How he didn't even have the courtesy to tell you about any of this (indeed, you found out through a good friend who had been told to keep quiet, wanted desperately to tell you, and in the end told you because they could see that you were hurting a lot and really needed to know). As you're pissed, you send a Facebook message that yes, it is a bit mean and angry, but you demand an apology. Not just for that, but for everything. When you were the one who apologised throughout the entire relationship, it's about time the tables turned and you got the apologies.
In the end, he finally relents and apologises, offers no explanation - that you also demanded - and half-heartedly claims to wish you the best. You tell him in no uncertain terms that you were too good for him and you keep your head held high. You know this is rather childish and not maintaining the moral high ground but you need to keep your self-esteem in check, it's often dangerously low.
You have a vague relationship, you keep moving on, you see him again and no contact is made. Though you hear about some drama that's happening with his family and out of kindness, you message him wishing the best for his family and wondering if everything's alright. You don't continue the discussion past a couple of messages, but you are glad to hear that everything's okay. You're female, yes, but you're not that horribly vindictive.
About a month later you're back at university, life seems to be falling in to place again, despite the no job thing (but that'll sort itself out). Your ex boyfriend continues to be a douche and makes misogynistic Facebook posts, and then with his tiny group (which, since your relationship ended, seriously diminished to only a few people) made a relationship chart. Most people would refer to it as a shipping wall, but clearly they would not get your references/the four relationship quadrants. A couple of your friends step in and call them out for their stupidity, and your best friend (the one who told you about the cheating) launches in, too, a little less subtle than the others. So then three people - your ex, his lapdog of a housemate (the one who fights all his battles for him) and a friend of yours start attacking him.
Now, you had no intention of getting involved. But you don't like seeing your best friend get attacked, so you enter the fray, and you point out the stupidity of what they're doing (and say that your ex needs to draw a relationship between himself and not having a spine - not your finest moment). The lapdog starts attacking you. You personally. You get riled up - you've always had a bit of a temper - and comment on how she's basically sucking him off, when she's fighting his battles for him. That means she starts attacking you more, about how your ex's new girlfriend is a 'European Upgrade' (as your best friend rightly points out, a few sizes upgraded) and has a healthier figure (you laugh - you have a healthy figure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, and let's not get started on the lapdog). But, you don't see the point in continuing. You know it's not worth it.
So they all celebrate giving you a 'thrashing', particuarly the lapdog, and then the next day your ex allegedly posts a status going "should've done this a long time ago - go fuck yourself, you bitch" and deletes you off Facebook.
And you wonder to yourself, why did you waste your time so much? And why, when most of the time you tried to be his friend, was he so quick to turn on you? And why, when YOU were the one who was cheated on, why everyone else seemed to turn on you?
And you realised that while you're one of the only people in that circle who's still an actual teenager, they're all acting like thirteen year old girls.
And at that moment, you're glad you're not part of that group any more, and you relish being in university. Even if you don't really know anyone, your classes are filled with intellectuals who are willing to learn and not act like little kids.
And you smile and post a slightly vitriol filled blog post.