Help! The chickens are chasing me...

I had the wierdest dream yesterday...This band of chickens was chasing me with bags full of grass...And coincidentally, a couple of girls that I had been friends with in Cali contacted me just today...I told my case worker what I went through in Cali, how it wasn't really the guys who made me miserable except for one person, it was the girls...I only had two or three real girlfriends...the rest were ultra-competitive with me and I wasn't even trying to compete...My case worker said it's the way girls are, catty and jealous and don't let a man come into the room...Yeah well, one of the girls who contacted me was the one who made me feel like I wasn't good enough, that I was just a street painter, that I didn't belong in galleries...She kept telling me it was a waste of time for me, that I should do canvasses more, and looked down on my spraypaint...It kept me away from that scene...'Cuz that's what it was, a scene...Trendy girls...I say this as I shake my head...Well, now after reflecting upon all the damage that was done to me in Cali, I am finally over it...I tell all these girls right now to get over themselves...At least I know who my real friends are...