I hate dishonest fux0rs

You may imagine finding yourself joining up with a group of (non-defined genre) artists. You may imagine things going well, and the leader of these artists mightily praising your contributions. Then U may also imagine a couple of members of this artistic group of people leaving and being replaced. Replaced by ex fellow performing artists from way back when. Imagine the cliquey scene that begins to develop. Then imagine having to go away for a week to a funeral of a close family member, and returning only to find that things have gone weird. Apparently one of the re-joiners thinks you are going slow with the material (this = bullshit. you find that you are able to manage much more complicated and difficult-to-perform material later with a different group of performers) You are put into a position where you have no choice but to quit the performing ensemble. Cheapskate Machiavellianism in full effectx0r. Apparently they are very keen to get back into performing as quickly as possible. They will not be replacing you apparently har har har. Strangely enough it's s.th. like 9 months before they get around to performing again, during which time the leader of the ensemble phones you a couple of times, once saying you are the best specialist performer of your type s/he has ever worked with. Strangely enough, after the 9 months, when they do return, you find that U have actually been replaced after all. Despite being a non-grudge-bearing sort of person, you find that you harbour ill-will in your heart and wish bad-fortune upon those who you once thought you liked.

Thank you.