My friend said this to me. I started to laugh out loud.
She was right, correct in her assessment of a mutual acquaintance, spot on to reality.
X is self-ish, judgmental, and politically extreme, with a mocking sense of humor. Tedious, to a fault*.
Neither one of us has seen X in years, but my friend’s husband sees X once in a while. It has to do with his work– and that he’s too nice. Perhaps more of the latter, less of the former.
It’s through her husband that friend and I hear about what X is doing. Not that we want to know, but her husband can’t help telling us. It’s annoying because neither of us is a gossip, so we don’t care.
In fact I told my friend to tell her husband that he needed “to grow a pair of ovaries and woman up.” Like we did, disengaging from a pointless relationship with X.
She burst out laughing, acknowledging that at this point in our lives, we’re wise woman who won’t put up with mean-spirited, negative people who bring nothing of value to the table.
Show up to the table with some insights &/or style &/or snark and you’re in, part of the tribe. Welcome! But try to dump any crap on us, and the offer of friendship is rescinded… until you get your act together and wise up… if you can.
My tribe, my vibe.
* While it might seem like I’m talking about The Donald here, I’m not. Although if the unflattering description fits, then…