Jezebel

Another warmonger and a testament to why I can't be friends with females part 3.

Meet Jezebel, the self-proclaimed queen of the castle. Sadly, the castle is actually a rented room, on a mountain, on a cloud, the castle is non existent, and the throne is a hand-me-down.

This chapter is a testament to the boundless ambition and delusional confidence of a wannabe celebrity. She thinks we are still in high school and that people have time to be obsessed with you. You know, when I came to College, I had high hopes on how people would be perceiving my program as a respectable profession but I think people like Jezebel are single-handedly responsible for defaming my faculty.

Jezebel's motto? "Fake it till you make it" – and boy, does she take it to heart. Or at least that's what I see.

Our paths crossed through a mutual "friend" T-man. As T-man and I were, shall we say, "exploring" each other, Jezebel latched onto me like a tick, eager to expand her social circle. I use the term "friendship" loosely, as it felt more like she was collecting acquaintances to admire her fabricated grandeur.

I think at first she wanted to be like of those girls who are constantly surrounded by hot boys and are thus, one of the boys. Some people get a kick from that you know. I think that's the result of watching too many college series before starting College.

Jezebel's existence is a performance, a carefully curated show designed to convince others of her self-importance. She's a master of smoke and mirrors, distracting from her lack of substance with a dazzling display of pretentiousness.

I have to admit, I didn't always dislike her, at first there was an awkward atmosphere between us. We used to be like, if we were trapped in a room together we would die of silence. I inherently didn't dislike Jezebel. For what it's worth, I thought she was kinda cute and I wanted her to like me. But she made a wrong move when she made a hate comment about my makeup one day.

Jezebel is that type that also buys people in friendship. She tries to use her resources to attract true friends or that how I felt like it was with me. She would call me and be like. Where are you, what's up, in fact drop whatchu doing, come let's eat. Which is not a bad thing but, maybe I just read between the lines too much.

She is a serpent also, she is someone who will discourage you from doing a particular thing, then next day you find her doing the thing she told you was uncool or unpopular.

And behind her fascade? A web of deceit and fabrication. Jezebel is a pathological liar, and her dishonesty knows no bounds. She's lied about her sleeping quarters condition, she lied about her clothes, even about her friends. I've caught her in numerous falsehoods, each one more outlandish than the last.

Her intellectual curiosity? Virtually nonexistent. I think she is one of those people who graduated high school and it came as a shock to everyone. So when.weaved a tail of everybody underestimates me but I'm a genius, and thus far, that has been her line. Of coz none of my assumptions have been substantiated but these are, just thought. Faceless, baseless allegations. Rooting form when she asked me to tutor her in Chinese once, I was taken aback by her lack of effort.  She would beg me to help,.and we start and she would be like, gimme a sec I wanna answer a call, and she would disappear and be gone forever.

And don't even get me started on the "study session" she invited me to, where she proceeded to belittle me in front of her friend. The condescending remarks – "You don't know this?", "These are basics", "Don't stress, it's an open book exam" – still echo in my mind. I think she gut to a point where she had too much pride to.ask.me anything, and still wanted to belittle me.

Anyways, Jezebel's fixation on wealth and material possessions was also quite remarkable, if I do say so myself. I recall her flaunting photos of her "bae" – conveniently faceless. Those "romantic" road trips, which often coincided with her missing weeks of classes? Yeah, those raised some eyebrows.

As a self-proclaimed feminist, I'm not here to tear women down. However, I do call out entitled, narcissistic behavior when I see it. Jezebel, sweetheart, your desperation for wealth, validation, and attention is palpable. Those Instagram filters can only hide so much.

But I have too admit, Jezebel wants so bad,.... Eh, I'm lying.

I am a narcissist but I can only take so much. This is why I can't be friends with females.

If I'm being honest Jezebel, you're not worth my time, that's why I had AI write this chapter for me. I don't have time for you.