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I just let Catalyst Trickster out to play. Just a bit, but she may have just sparked a large fire. A necessary one, but . . .
You Don't Do That. I don't have a Moral Code that lines up neatly with our legal system (for instance, murder is far down on the list of Terrible Things To Do To Another), but I think many would be in agreement with me that what one of these people is doing to the other is despicable.
They're not on LJ, to my knowledge, but I'll be vague anyway. It's none of my business, and all the Catalyst Trickster did was brush a bit of their Passive-Aggressive nonesense out of the way so they could, perhaps, start actually talking to each other. What a concept.
Pot-kettle-black? I haven't talked to Otto in some time, either email or face-to-face. I kind of feel it's pointless. It'll accomplish nothing but further hurt for me. And I don't think there's much compromising we can do on these issues. I won't silence myself, bleep him out of my LJ. And he won't be nice, since I've done terrible (incomprehensible-to-me) things to him by expressing my feelings about this mess in a public space. I think if we are to become friends again, it might just be spontaneously. We meet at a party, talk coolly for a little while, then become comfortable. Or not.
He saw me get very angry at three womyn in not-so-rapid succession. Disclude these womyn from my life for their misbehaviour. Gradually mellow out. Become friends with one, some years after splitting with her. I'm thinking that maybe he figured he'd get treated the same, sooner or later. It's the only thing that makes sense.
My Shit List only ever contains one person. It's empty right now. Jane's latest outbursts on my LJ filled me with pity for her, not anger. She's growing into a vessel of venomous hate, same as her mother and grandmother. Would they be proud? I'm sad and sorry for her. I wish there was another path she could take.
The thought of hanging out with Otto makes me uncomfortable, same as I feel about a half-dozen people.
Otto's wrong. I don't discard friends like used kleenex. I am and have been friends with dozens and dozens of people. Out of all my friends, past and present, there are . . . let's see . . . exactly five that I currently feel uncomfortable near. Jane and Otto, Drama Queen, Eric B., and that girl who annoyed the shit out of me in high school. That's it. I'd like to take Otto off that list, I still have a lot of feeling for him, but it doesn't seem like it's possible. I'll deal. I'm dealing, actually, but tonight's information-that-I-didn't-need-to-hear got me thinking about it again.
My readers must be so sick of hearing about Otto. Coming Soon . . . um . . . baby raccoons! I owe you a story that stars a baby raccoon. And it's true. :)
You Don't Do That. I don't have a Moral Code that lines up neatly with our legal system (for instance, murder is far down on the list of Terrible Things To Do To Another), but I think many would be in agreement with me that what one of these people is doing to the other is despicable.
They're not on LJ, to my knowledge, but I'll be vague anyway. It's none of my business, and all the Catalyst Trickster did was brush a bit of their Passive-Aggressive nonesense out of the way so they could, perhaps, start actually talking to each other. What a concept.
Pot-kettle-black? I haven't talked to Otto in some time, either email or face-to-face. I kind of feel it's pointless. It'll accomplish nothing but further hurt for me. And I don't think there's much compromising we can do on these issues. I won't silence myself, bleep him out of my LJ. And he won't be nice, since I've done terrible (incomprehensible-to-me) things to him by expressing my feelings about this mess in a public space. I think if we are to become friends again, it might just be spontaneously. We meet at a party, talk coolly for a little while, then become comfortable. Or not.
He saw me get very angry at three womyn in not-so-rapid succession. Disclude these womyn from my life for their misbehaviour. Gradually mellow out. Become friends with one, some years after splitting with her. I'm thinking that maybe he figured he'd get treated the same, sooner or later. It's the only thing that makes sense.
My Shit List only ever contains one person. It's empty right now. Jane's latest outbursts on my LJ filled me with pity for her, not anger. She's growing into a vessel of venomous hate, same as her mother and grandmother. Would they be proud? I'm sad and sorry for her. I wish there was another path she could take.
The thought of hanging out with Otto makes me uncomfortable, same as I feel about a half-dozen people.
Otto's wrong. I don't discard friends like used kleenex. I am and have been friends with dozens and dozens of people. Out of all my friends, past and present, there are . . . let's see . . . exactly five that I currently feel uncomfortable near. Jane and Otto, Drama Queen, Eric B., and that girl who annoyed the shit out of me in high school. That's it. I'd like to take Otto off that list, I still have a lot of feeling for him, but it doesn't seem like it's possible. I'll deal. I'm dealing, actually, but tonight's information-that-I-didn't-need-to-hear got me thinking about it again.
My readers must be so sick of hearing about Otto. Coming Soon . . . um . . . baby raccoons! I owe you a story that stars a baby raccoon. And it's true. :)