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I have to thank this SPV for my ‘insolence’.  Her sole presence reminds me that life… is sometimes grey.  I see her and I remember that one summer afternoon.

This SPV has strived for ‘queenhood’… and has attained it! She’s ‘Center of the Universe’ to her ‘herd’ of stupid followers.  What she says… goes!  This is the typical SPV as you can tell on her and no one believes you… she rules!  She’s queen!  She casts a very long shadow!

This is a tiny bit of the story behind this queen SPV.

A while back she made me believe - like brainwashing - that there was nothing I could do to challenge her… yes… SPVs have the ability to make you feel you’re no one, and worthless… until you come around, of course.

I spent years gulping down her presence just to keep it cool with my other personal SPVs.  Yes, I am lenient, and I know my place in the pecking order, but I’ve reached my limit!  Anyways, going back to the story…

I woke up and saw her for what she really was a summer afternoon in her kitchen.  I was helping with the dishes.  Nice scene if you see it from afar and not hear what’s really going on.

• You know, queen SPV, that Debbie asked me to spend some time at her house? - I cheerfully commented.
• When? - Was her arid answer.
• Next school year - I answered… still happy.
• Hahh! - Voiced the brutal queen SPV… spiteful and amused - If I, your blood, cannot stand you… what on earth makes you think a stranger will? - She spat.

I froze.  No words came out of my mouth for what seemed a very long time.  A cold bucket of water had just been thrown at my face!  Stunned for what I’d heard.  Could not believe my ears!  I go back to that moment every time I see her…

What does an SPV expect with such a verbal spit?  Well, it is a rhetorical question… they expect nothing… they just take pleasure in messing with other people’s minds and spirits… they yearn for verbal abuse, meanness and cruelty whenever the physical one is not possible…

Even if you think that about someone… you don’t say it!!! That’s pure evil… and I was just a kid!  I know it shouldn’t bother me anymore… she’s an SPV… violence is hers, she owns it!  That, by itself, should explain it all.

I was too young and inexperienced in dealing with SPVs when this happened, so I froze that afternoon… I silenced my feelings.  I kept quiet… but it hurt!