To Whom It May Concern,
Normally, I'd get all worked up, and pissed off and write some longwinded response to whatever douche bag leaves an anonymous comment that ruffles my feathers. But I'm living now with a new philosophy that reminds me how utterly useless most people are, and I tend not to like cowardice. It just kind of rubs me the wrong way. I got a comment like that today... to which I respond... no. I am not a teen witch. I'm a young adult who practices/studies celtic paganism, and has done so for a number of years. No, I do not claim to be otherkin. In fact, I'm unsure as to how I feel concerning the validity of the notion. I do believe, however, that whatever it was I experienced those two nights speaks to the fact that I feel a very close connection to felines. And it has chosen to manifest itself in an extreme way. *chuckles to myself* But, in the end, it comes down to this. Don't like what I put on my livejournal? Don't read it. It's that simple. Besides, if you don't have the balls to post a comment with a name, why post a comment at all? I have no use for cowardly people. Grow a spine, and perhaps we'll talk. Or perhaps not. I'll diecide, if the time comes, whether or not I have a use for you. And in the mean time, I will remove your comment from my journal because it is, at most, an eye-sore. Have a mediocre day at best.
With regards,
The Monster Tamer
With regards,
The Monster Tamer