Short version: Everyone suddenly thinks I'm needy and unhealthily childish.
Long version: I used to be dating Gabe and apparently that angered a lot of people. Why our happiness was their business, I do not know. But anyway, Gabe realized (by connecting with his inner Cat) that we're better off as friends, which did not hurt me as people thought it would, I guess. I am happy to be his best friend. I am not needy in any way, except the normal way: I need people to understand me and support me, and bugger all if I've been getting much of that lately. I don't mean you, luv. But the majority of people seem to be on the side of "make Harrison miserable so he'll be happy", which is the wrong way to bloody help me. I don't know why people insist on badgering us all the time. If they think I'm crazy (which many seem to), that is only true now because of all the hell they're putting me through and I'm tired of it. So. I'm sorry. Not sorry to be me; not sorry to be Gabe's best friend; not sorry to live with him; not sorry for anything I've done. But sorry that everyone is leaping to attack me and it's affecting everyone I care about.
I love you. In a friendly, well-meaning, non-marriage threatening way.
May/Harrione_fry_shortFebruary 28 2008, 19:10:27 UTC
You don't know what it means to me to hear that, sweetheart. [doodled heart] Thank you.
At this point, I'm not sure. So many people would try to turn you against me... I mean, flip, Anne's my "psychiatrist" and she doesn't even understand the situation. I don't want you to get in the middle of all the madness. Especially if it'll end up hurting you like it has hurt Gabe. But...
Maybe, if anyone says anything involving me being "needy" or "childish" or "obsessed" - words that seem to keep being hurled at me lately - could you explain to them that I am not those things? I just want what everyone wants: to be understood. And calling me "obsessed" because I seek support from my best friend is just wrong.
How would you feel if everyone told you to stop talking to Kilroy? That it would help you to stop? You'd think they were batshit crazy, wouldn't you? Pardon my cursing. If you can't talk to your closest friends - the people who do understand you best - then who the hell can you talk to?
I'll do anything I can. Don't worry. I've got you. And I understand. If people told me to stop talking to Kilroy, they would know that's the exact thing that would cause more trouble.
I'll explain, and don't let them get you down. And don't you worry about bringing me into this. I'd rather be hurt fighting for you, than not knowing that you're miserable.
May/Harrione_fry_shortFebruary 28 2008, 19:37:31 UTC
Thank you so much.
I'm trying my best...Miserable is such a strong word, but I fear it might be correct at this present time. But I'll be all right. I'm Harrison Tweed. I've got to be all right.
Short version: Everyone suddenly thinks I'm needy and unhealthily childish.
Long version: I used to be dating Gabe and apparently that angered a lot of people. Why our happiness was their business, I do not know. But anyway, Gabe realized (by connecting with his inner Cat) that we're better off as friends, which did not hurt me as people thought it would, I guess. I am happy to be his best friend. I am not needy in any way, except the normal way: I need people to understand me and support me, and bugger all if I've been getting much of that lately. I don't mean you, luv. But the majority of people seem to be on the side of "make Harrison miserable so he'll be happy", which is the wrong way to bloody help me. I don't know why people insist on badgering us all the time. If they think I'm crazy (which many seem to), that is only true now because of all the hell they're putting me through and I'm tired of it. So. I'm sorry. Not sorry to be me; not sorry to be Gabe's best friend; not sorry to live with him; not sorry for anything I've done. But sorry that everyone is leaping to attack me and it's affecting everyone I care about.
I love you. In a friendly, well-meaning, non-marriage threatening way.
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I don't want you to hurt. That's all. Is there anything I can do? Anyone I should talk to? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me.
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You don't know what it means to me to hear that, sweetheart. [doodled heart] Thank you.
At this point, I'm not sure. So many people would try to turn you against me... I mean, flip, Anne's my "psychiatrist" and she doesn't even understand the situation. I don't want you to get in the middle of all the madness. Especially if it'll end up hurting you like it has hurt Gabe. But...
Maybe, if anyone says anything involving me being "needy" or "childish" or "obsessed" - words that seem to keep being hurled at me lately - could you explain to them that I am not those things? I just want what everyone wants: to be understood. And calling me "obsessed" because I seek support from my best friend is just wrong.
How would you feel if everyone told you to stop talking to Kilroy? That it would help you to stop? You'd think they were batshit crazy, wouldn't you? Pardon my cursing. If you can't talk to your closest friends - the people who do understand you best - then who the hell can you talk to?
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I'll explain, and don't let them get you down. And don't you worry about bringing me into this. I'd rather be hurt fighting for you, than not knowing that you're miserable.
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Thank you so much.
I'm trying my best...Miserable is such a strong word, but I fear it might be correct at this present time. But I'll be all right. I'm Harrison Tweed. I've got to be all right.
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I need to come over and give you a hug. A great big one. One that you need, but you don't realize you need it yet.
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I love your hugs.
I'll be home all day. ALL DAY.
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OH MY GOD, THAT'S TONIGHT, ISN'T IT?! HOLY FLIP! I NEED A TUX!!! AHHHHH!
Okay, I'll be waiting for you.
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Good. It shouldn't be too late, after all.
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YOU ARE TOO TOO GOOD TO ME! I WEAR SIZE 38! THANK YOU AND THANK KILROY FOR ME!
No time is too late. I'm a night owl. Children of the night, what beautiful music they make. Bluh bluh. All that fun stuff.
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