To err is human

To forgive . . . doesn't always happen.

I'm a grudge-holder. World-class. You screw me over, that's it. I don't forgive, and I don't forget. Now I suppose there can be times when holding a grudge hurts you more than the person you're ticked off at (though I can't say I've ever experienced that), but sometimes it can lead to something rather entertaining.

Example: Leah, Liz, D.L. and I got hooked up with someone a while back -- I'll call her TB, as in The B*tch. (Though TB, as in tuberculosis, dread disease that everyone wishes would disappear from the face of the earth, is equally appropriate.) TB was funny as hell, and she and I had so much in common. (Of course, I found out later that, like a chameleon, she has so much in common with whoever she's trying to drain the life from.)

Long story very short, she eventually got comfortable enough with us to show her true colors (which would have been black and blue if she hadn't removed herself from Leah's striking range as quickly as she did -- Rule #1: Never piss off Leah. She's lethal. Rule #2: Never piss off the rest of us. We're almost as lethal.) Like I said, I don't forgive, and I don't forget.

Remember in "Steel Magnolias" when Olympia Dukakis, talking about the mayor's wife, says, "We're hatin' her"? That's the sisters and me with TB. We've gotten far more entertainment value from her now that we're hatin' her than we ever did when we thought she was our friend. The mere mention of her brings out the snarkiest side of us all. We don't even wish she'd disappear off the face of the earth anymore, because she amuses us so . . . in an unforgiving, contrary, sly sort of way.

Besides, for all her sins, TB deserves to be hated, and far be it from the twisted sisters to keep her from getting exactly what she deserves (she says with a sweetly wicked smile). Rachel8:21 AM