Well thank you Josh for pretending that you actually care at all. That's very kind of you and I appreciate this very much.
Well. Maybe.
Here are some things that I appreciate:
That you decided to choose my humble internet home to make a huge ass out of yourself. I'll have to remember that few years down the road when I'm a freshman in college. If I ever feel the need to make a fool of myself, I'll just be a big sketch ball by finding the livejournal of the only girl freshman from the past year. Then, I'll read her entries. And after I'm through with that, I'll add my godly insight to the mix, because clearly she is wrong just by virtue of that her opinion is not my opinion, and she is clearly just begging to be brought over to the right side of thinking. Then, when she is shocked and irritated and tries to explain to me further why her opinion is the way it is (and why my comment was actually creepy and rude) I can take one of the only things she takes pride in, throw it in the mud, and then rub it in her face! Oh man that's a great plan. Oh and even better, when people start getting pissed, I'll get drunk and post the most flamingly homosexual comment ever! Whoo yeah that's excellent. Oh man thanks for the game plan, Josh. I've got it all set up now. Poor girl won't even know what hit her.
That little counting mistake you made. It was three comments. One of insight, one to prove to everyone that you actually didn't have any further arguments to make, and one of drunken homosexuality. So not two. Three. I'm glad you let me point that out.
That I'm not like you. That I can look at this little adventure and see the reasons why you shouldn't have posted on my LJ, and that I can decide not to ever do anything like that to anyone else.
That I have seven amazing friends who care about me enough to be angry with you. That I have seven amazing friends who care about me in general, and who I care about. That I have seven friends who have decided that each other, all of us as a group, are our top priorities.
That Will is trying to become you and not me. Whew, what relief. I'm really sorry you have to deal with that. Honestly.
That I'm not such a coward that I have to fight my battles underhandedly with other people who are not included in the battle except by association. If I ever catch myself doing that, I'll just have someone shoot me in the face because clearly I do not have enough self-worth to be any bit of the man that I probably should be. And by I, I mean that I'm actually talking about you.
Well, that pretty much sums it up. I'm sorry if you feel that this is not an appropriate response, because actually I don't care at all. Your own comment continues to make the same points you started with, and though I recognize them as validly your own, I still do not want to hear them actually. Though your original intentions may have been good, your mode of execution was not appropriate, and your responses were even less appropriate. Next time, Josh, I recommend that you say what you want to say, to whom you want to say it, to their face. And leave me out of it, because you don't even know me, and I don't know you.
And quite frankly, that is the way I'd like to keep it.
Well. Maybe.
Here are some things that I appreciate:
That you decided to choose my humble internet home to make a huge ass out of yourself. I'll have to remember that few years down the road when I'm a freshman in college. If I ever feel the need to make a fool of myself, I'll just be a big sketch ball by finding the livejournal of the only girl freshman from the past year. Then, I'll read her entries. And after I'm through with that, I'll add my godly insight to the mix, because clearly she is wrong just by virtue of that her opinion is not my opinion, and she is clearly just begging to be brought over to the right side of thinking. Then, when she is shocked and irritated and tries to explain to me further why her opinion is the way it is (and why my comment was actually creepy and rude) I can take one of the only things she takes pride in, throw it in the mud, and then rub it in her face! Oh man that's a great plan. Oh and even better, when people start getting pissed, I'll get drunk and post the most flamingly homosexual comment ever! Whoo yeah that's excellent. Oh man thanks for the game plan, Josh. I've got it all set up now. Poor girl won't even know what hit her.
That little counting mistake you made. It was three comments. One of insight, one to prove to everyone that you actually didn't have any further arguments to make, and one of drunken homosexuality. So not two. Three. I'm glad you let me point that out.
That I'm not like you. That I can look at this little adventure and see the reasons why you shouldn't have posted on my LJ, and that I can decide not to ever do anything like that to anyone else.
That I have seven amazing friends who care about me enough to be angry with you. That I have seven amazing friends who care about me in general, and who I care about. That I have seven friends who have decided that each other, all of us as a group, are our top priorities.
That Will is trying to become you and not me. Whew, what relief. I'm really sorry you have to deal with that. Honestly.
That I'm not such a coward that I have to fight my battles underhandedly with other people who are not included in the battle except by association. If I ever catch myself doing that, I'll just have someone shoot me in the face because clearly I do not have enough self-worth to be any bit of the man that I probably should be. And by I, I mean that I'm actually talking about you.
Well, that pretty much sums it up. I'm sorry if you feel that this is not an appropriate response, because actually I don't care at all. Your own comment continues to make the same points you started with, and though I recognize them as validly your own, I still do not want to hear them actually. Though your original intentions may have been good, your mode of execution was not appropriate, and your responses were even less appropriate. Next time, Josh, I recommend that you say what you want to say, to whom you want to say it, to their face. And leave me out of it, because you don't even know me, and I don't know you.
And quite frankly, that is the way I'd like to keep it.
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