When you are officially liscensed in therapy, then maybe I'll beleive your psycho babble on how I should feel. Until then, shut the fuck up. I'm beyond tired of you telling me how I should feel, for one. You are not in my fucking head, and you do not know what I fucking feel.
Don't guilt trip me either with the fan base. You did that on your own, because you thought me a 'neat find'. Well, like usual, you were wrong. I'm not here for you amusement nor am I here for your diagnosis.
I don't want anything you have. I'm not some brainless twit of a fangirl who needs an awfully dressed and equally pungent catgirl wannabe who either wants to fuck you or use you as a mentor. I'm not awe-inspired by it. And you know my feelings on your hygiene. That alone makes me pissed off.
I fucking hate you. You really want to know how i feel? OK, let me dig in the dictionary for you.
Hate:
\Hate\, n. [OE. hate, hete, AS. hete; akin to D. haat, G. hass, Icel. hatr, SW. hat, Dan. had, Goth. hatis. Cf. Hate, v.] Strong aversion coupled with desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed; as exercised toward things, intense dislike; hatred; detestation; -- opposed to love.
So, if you were wondering, and I know how much you like your dictionary and wanting to know what I feel, OK, there you go. Simply put.
I don't see any other way that hate could be expressed without having a simple explination like that, right?
Let's see you try and fix that with your belief in "liking me for the both of us".
Hon I still don't hate you. If you ever change your mind I'm here. I have more than enough self-esteem to go around... copying some from dictionary.com isn't going to make me stop seeing all the good things I see in you.
I did that so maybe you would understand the emotion that I feel since me saying it just never seems to be enough for you. If I have an emotion or feel something, in your eyes I just can't feel that way. So here you go. Maybe this will open your fucking eyes.
If you want to treat me like a human being, I'd reconsider it. Unfortunately, you don't give a shit, and never did. You are self-contained. If you did such a great job, then why the fuck do I feel this way now?
Eleanor Roosevelt, who to the best of my knowledge was also not a trained psychiatric professional, did have one snippet of wisdom I carry around with me despite her lack of a degree: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
No one has any control over how you think or feel except you. When faced with a stimulus, you choose your reaction; human beings are not simply reactive like a bacterium. Your friends, obviously myself included, have to sit by and watch how you choose--we have no direct control over it. But since we care about you, it makes us sad if you are feeling badly. Maybe none of us has a degree in Psychology or even Cazology, but when we see you become upset because of your choices, we want to change it. And while we may not be able to offer a sofa and a list of available psych drugs, we do what we can, which is offer feedback from our own perspectives, knowing that you will either take it to heart or discard it as chaff.
I am self-contained, but that doesn't mean I don't care about anyone--I care about people that please me in some manner. (If you haven't noticed yet, you please me.) I can only guess at how you feel, and I know that--I've never said any more. But more often than guessing at how you feel now, which to listen to you is generally pretty awful, I like to tell you how you should feel--which is proud of yourself for your accomplishments, who you are and who you can become. That is what I offer as a friend, not a shrink. Maybe it is less valuable coming from someone with no education that actually cares about you personally, but that's your choice to make--it's my choice to offer it and let you decide whether the esteem I hold for you is deserved.
Hating me isn't going to fix any of your problems. (I'm not even sure how the feeling got focused on me, or my hygiene ;) Your problems can only be fixed by you, and usually by eradicating the source from your life--not blaming something that happens to be there, however high-pitched, dirty, and irritating it might be.
If you think I am seriously what is making you depressed (and I hope not, because I should be such a small part of your life!) then you should ban me from talking in your journal, block my IM and e-mail address, and pretend I don't exist. Or, you could look at other possible sources of discomfort and take care of them, one by one, until you are happy, and like yourself, as other people like you. I offer that as a friend, and no, you hating me isn't going to change it. Ever.
I like what I like about you, and I dislike what I dislike, and that's all there is to it. Having a tantrum in giant font sizes is not going to change who you are--it's exhibiting part of what I already knew about you that I may not necessarily be impressed by, but as I just said, I already knew that was there. I accept Caz as Caz, and even if you DO block me (which I will respect if you tell me you're doing it, and leave you alone), I'm still going to like you, and I'm sorry if it bothers you, but I don't even think I could change that if I wanted to. And I don't. :) I like liking you.
Don't guilt trip me either with the fan base. You did that on your own, because you thought me a 'neat find'. Well, like usual, you were wrong. I'm not here for you amusement nor am I here for your diagnosis.
I don't want anything you have. I'm not some brainless twit of a fangirl who needs an awfully dressed and equally pungent catgirl wannabe who either wants to fuck you or use you as a mentor. I'm not awe-inspired by it. And you know my feelings on your hygiene. That alone makes me pissed off.
I fucking hate you. You really want to know how i feel? OK, let me dig in the dictionary for you.
Hate:
\Hate\, n. [OE. hate, hete, AS. hete; akin to D. haat, G. hass, Icel. hatr, SW. hat, Dan. had, Goth. hatis. Cf. Hate, v.] Strong aversion coupled with desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed; as exercised toward things, intense dislike; hatred; detestation; -- opposed to love.
So, if you were wondering, and I know how much you like your dictionary and wanting to know what I feel, OK, there you go. Simply put.
I don't see any other way that hate could be expressed without having a simple explination like that, right?
Let's see you try and fix that with your belief in "liking me for the both of us".
Reply
Reply
If you want to treat me like a human being, I'd reconsider it. Unfortunately, you don't give a shit, and never did. You are self-contained. If you did such a great job, then why the fuck do I feel this way now?
Reply
No one has any control over how you think or feel except you. When faced with a stimulus, you choose your reaction; human beings are not simply reactive like a bacterium. Your friends, obviously myself included, have to sit by and watch how you choose--we have no direct control over it. But since we care about you, it makes us sad if you are feeling badly. Maybe none of us has a degree in Psychology or even Cazology, but when we see you become upset because of your choices, we want to change it. And while we may not be able to offer a sofa and a list of available psych drugs, we do what we can, which is offer feedback from our own perspectives, knowing that you will either take it to heart or discard it as chaff.
I am self-contained, but that doesn't mean I don't care about anyone--I care about people that please me in some manner. (If you haven't noticed yet, you please me.) I can only guess at how you feel, and I know that--I've never said any more. But more often than guessing at how you feel now, which to listen to you is generally pretty awful, I like to tell you how you should feel--which is proud of yourself for your accomplishments, who you are and who you can become. That is what I offer as a friend, not a shrink. Maybe it is less valuable coming from someone with no education that actually cares about you personally, but that's your choice to make--it's my choice to offer it and let you decide whether the esteem I hold for you is deserved.
Hating me isn't going to fix any of your problems. (I'm not even sure how the feeling got focused on me, or my hygiene ;) Your problems can only be fixed by you, and usually by eradicating the source from your life--not blaming something that happens to be there, however high-pitched, dirty, and irritating it might be.
If you think I am seriously what is making you depressed (and I hope not, because I should be such a small part of your life!) then you should ban me from talking in your journal, block my IM and e-mail address, and pretend I don't exist. Or, you could look at other possible sources of discomfort and take care of them, one by one, until you are happy, and like yourself, as other people like you. I offer that as a friend, and no, you hating me isn't going to change it. Ever.
I like what I like about you, and I dislike what I dislike, and that's all there is to it. Having a tantrum in giant font sizes is not going to change who you are--it's exhibiting part of what I already knew about you that I may not necessarily be impressed by, but as I just said, I already knew that was there. I accept Caz as Caz, and even if you DO block me (which I will respect if you tell me you're doing it, and leave you alone), I'm still going to like you, and I'm sorry if it bothers you, but I don't even think I could change that if I wanted to. And I don't. :) I like liking you.
Reply
Leave a comment