Sunday, 24 October 2010

Toxic Friendships

Sometimes a bad experience can change a person's life for better or worse.  I am lucky; for me, things can only get better...

Toxicity.  Not just a term for a chemical or a poisonous substance, but also can refer to so-called friendship.  The kind of friendship that you long to escape from.  The type where even getting a text from toxic friend can bring you out in a cold sweat accompanied by a sinking feeling of "Not again".  It's the term applied to a relationship similar to an abusive one, except instead of being able to dump the poisonous culprit and move on, it gets messier than a jam donut. 

Toxic friendship is a difficult situation to explain to anyone who has had the pleasure of never experiencing it.  It's more subtle than bullying; imagine manipulation with a sickly sweet smile, handing out anthrax laden sweets to children and the elderly.  The equivalent to the softer side of evil.

It drains the victim like a vampire who doesn't know when to stop.  As the vampire fears all things holy and sunlight, the toxic one fears being left alone.  This fear can sometimes be hidden in seemingly innocent gestures that make the victim suspicious, but grateful at the same time for respite.

Some females have this down to a fine art.  Forget Mother Nature and the sacred creation of life; some are more blatant in their bullying, born only to create havoc and destroy.

Some begin as the rather large, acne ridden bully in the school yard, covering her deep insecurities by causing havoc to chosen victims through aggression and fear.  This is the type of girl who stereotypically, will have an appalling complexion, thick wiry hair and a fleshy body not quite contained by the pleated skirt, untucked shirt and thick soled shoes; the universal uniform of female school yard tyrants.  These type of girls are easy to identify, easy to quash and easy to monitor.  They almost always end up married at a ridiculously young age to the local thug, spawning further hideous examples of half witted humanity.  Sometimes they are abandoned by said thug, left with even more brainless offspring who are identified by their bad teeth and pale, unwashed, malnourished skin.

Victims can take a certain amount of pleasure in the knowledge that these girls almost never make anything of themselves unless they appear on The Jeremy Kyle Show.

The more subtle type are the ones to watch; these handmaidens of Satan might be more attractive on the eye, but they are bullies nevertheless.  Popular, wearing the latest fashion, sporting celebrity haircuts and more often than not, teacher’s pet (not to fool oneself, the only reason they are liked is because Daddy has the staff on the pay roll)  These are the types of girls who have even greater insecurities than the previous example.  They are body conscious, experiencing severe food envy as they tuck into their unfulfilling lettuce leaf, potentially setting off reserves of bubbling anger, probably directed to the shyest member of the class. 

This is the girl who masquerading as your best friend, will bitch about you to your worst enemy.  Everything is a competition to her from weight to social life.  She will steal your boyfriend and manipulate all around her; there is no mistake about her quest to be Queen Bee.  She resembles something darker than that; a Black Widow waiting for the vibrations in her web to alert her to the situations that she can control, instilling uncertainty and fear smothered by a fake, sweet smelling smile masking her rotting soul.  

In order for this species of bully to survive she must choose the strongest male in a pack, wearing him down so that he no longer has an opinion, or one he is brave enough to wield.  Moving from the Alpha male she will prime her next victim taking no notice of whether he is single or not.  This is a prime example of female manipulation at its best.

Whilst the first type of girl barely leaves her environment, preferring to breed in a well known habitat with pond life; dragging the next unfortunate generation into a vicious circle of desperation, repetition and diffidence, the next type is far more dangerous.  She is found in all types of society, learning that in order to survive she must divide and conquer.  Found in a haggle of girls, she will be seen picking out her next victim for pleasure.  This girl hunts not only for existence, but like a vampire, for personal gratification.

Beware of these creatures of the night.  They are not your friend, neither are they able to change.  They say a leopard never changes its spots, well a toxic bully never gets neutralised.  Once they have their victim in their sights, the only option is to cut all links.  Failing that, run.  Run and hide.  

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