The Fringes of Weird

Apr 01, 2006 09:00

You know? Sometimes I may be immature. Oftentimes I may be willful. But I have never been like this. I never knew that when you bared the underside of a woman this is what was shown. It's both degrading to ME and to my gender, of which I had little faith in already. I never intimated that I was an adult. I still think I'm an adult-becoming. On the cusp, perhaps. Or still in my bowls. But this is a full-fledged woman, supposedly, flinging idoltry, threats and insults with abandon. Telling me to pray for my forgiveness because God is my judge at all times. I've never heard such blaspheme before. She doesn't want me to beg forgiveness from her God. She's just pissed because I don't think I've done anything grievously wrong, and OI haven't broken any laws or convinced anyone to hurt themselves or another. All I've done is talk. I know words are my weapon of choice, but I didn't intend on them being this time. It was all done naturally! Which is why I feel I have nothing to forgive. Anything that happened had a hand of fate or of her screwed up form of justice and God in it anyhow. What scares me most of all is that someone I care very deeply about has gotten themselves wrapped up in all of this madness, and feels obligated to stay. I really am worried....But I suppose I should be more concerned about myself. It will fall when it's supposed to fall, and I can't be concerned or involved anymore than I am, which is a considerable amount, hah.

Any way. I'm just so sick and tired of threatening and pendantic emails, so hopefully after this mornings, we are done.
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