I am meeting far too many people who won’t walk down certain streets, won’t go into certain restaurants, won’t attend certain parties, won’t set foot in certain parts of town, lest they encounter someone with whom they have become personally unpopular.
If I let that stop me, I’d never leave the apartment! So tell me, is icing people and burning bridges the new hotness, because if it is, howcum I’m not queen of the fucking prom?
Seriously, though, I like my way better. Just work patiently around them until either they want you back or all of their friends start to think THEY’RE the weird one.
Works every time.
raincoaster 
Maybe those in avoidance mode don’t want to be in the presence of someone who gives them the dry heaves. I like the Germans’ way of putting it: Sie ist für mich gestorben. Translated: I consider her to be dead.
Who wants to hang out with a corpse?
No, I gather it’s the other way around. I mean, would you cut yourself off from entire sections of your own city on the off-chance you’d run into someone you dumped ten years ago? You couldn’t give that person more power over you if you’d become their indentured slave.
Your Grace
Salve [Merhaba]
As the Kindly Emperor Tiberius observed when giving a “Good Parenting Seminar” :
ODERINT
…… dum
METUANT
[Let them Hate me, so long as they Fear me]
mmmm …. my Parenting is somehow deficient,
the Junior Eagles & Junior Eaglette don’t hate me
… they don’t even fear me
Yr Grace’s obedient servant etc
Vale [Allahismarladik]
L’Aigle Gris
Well I can tell you without even asking they probably fear me. It seems everyone does, which is why I suppose that MY area is off-limits to many people who don’t care to run into me.
i confess I was one of those people. Until I thought ‘ah f— him!’
You know it makes sense :-)
I go everywhere and I haven’t been killed yet.
Redneck bars in Tennessee, I own them and am there goddess. Dark streets, they love me.
Just saying. I like leaving the house. Who knows what will happen and it just might be marvelous.
I have no enemies other than the self-assigned sort:
It was only relatively recently that a very old friend informed me that her at-the-time fiancé had to be stopped from running me over with five-ton truck in an isolated location, in which he could very likly have gotten entirely away with it, as night driving casualties were fairly common.
He apparently kept me in his sights from around 1988 to 1991 or so. During which time I worked with him on half-a-dozen occasions, totally unaware of any hostile intent on his part.
According to his ex, this gave him pause. It worried him that I should so willingly put myself within easy reach. In fact it fretted him greatly, and possibly cost him some sleep.
Total obliviousness sometimes looks like balls of steel.
But to me the funniest bit is that he tied himself in knots figuring out what I was up to, wondering what I had up my sleeve, playing out this grand psychodrama in his head while I was casually wondering if I could knock off fifteen minutes early.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but the diner should be aware he’s ordered it, eh?
“Just work patiently around them until either they want you back or all of their friends start to think THEY’RE the weird one.”
A woman after my own heart. Don’t get mad … get even.
Metro, I have some experience with that kind of thing (although generally not so oblivious) and yes, it ties them up in mental knots, however short their rope may be. See what az said above.
Kill ’em with kindness… I deal with the occasional rude salespeople, snotty coworker or generally hostile person with bend-over-backwards kindness and friendliness. it’s worth it, to see the look of puzzled irritation on their faces as they try to suss out whether I’m being facetious, and then you see the twinge of shame as they realize how ignorant their own behaviour is.
Or they don’t get it at all, at which point I blow their head off.
These people sound real fucking lame. I advise you to avoid them like the plague. They way the avoid…themselves.
Yes, I’ve always preferred a passport to a restraining order, myself.
The Lady ApilihP “…. it ….”
I don’t think the kindly Monsieur Metro (the Terror of Tree Oktopodia) would have taken such a relaxed view of Tiberius Imperator (or rather Tiberii Imperatoris)
As Trinity observed so intriguingly, “It’s the Questions that drive us”
??? What makes sense ???
?? Has the economically-erudite Miss Paris selected a Vice-Presidential Candidate to run with her at the November elections
If not, I think we should put in a Good Word for the well-informed Senor FFE
Vote Paris
Vote FFE
Oh, I’d support that ticket!
My world view (and a black, cold, shriveled world it is): Fuck ’em. If you’ve done me wrong, act like a putz, are an enemy of the people or don’t like what I think or represent, then stay away from me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t expect me to blow sunshine up your skirt or pants leg. Follow those guidelines and I’ll respect your right to free travel and public assembly, and you never have to worry about me ignoring you or making a statement that will humiliate you.
As for a run for the Veep-ship. if Paris can score me some free rooms with the Hilton chain and stay at a discreet distance before, during and after her outbreaks, yeah, I’d be cool with a place on the ticket.