Sep 06, 2006 13:28
Dear Random Stranger,
Before you consider adding me to your friend's list, I request that you wait a moment, sit back and take a breath. The next few paragraphs are filled with visceral, brutal honesty.
I'm not the type to bite my tongue for anyone. So, because my respect and adoration for you knows no boundries. Because I wish to honor you in the most esteemed way possible, I shall truthfully reveal my nature to you.
The truth is, stranger, is that I'm a bastard. No, really. I am. If you've come across this page, flee away with the swiftness of Hermes because I'm a cold, calculating, heartless son of a bitch. I'm the villain of the story. If I have a goal, I pursue it relentlessly and nothing gets in my way. Not emotions, not family, not friends, not morals. Nothing.
Are you willing to cope with that fact? Don't worry, most people aren't. Because of my respect for you, friend, I will not lie. Will be the most honest person you know. I will stroke your ego endlessly if I see something good and I will construct words of poison if I see something I don't like. This is in my nature.
If you friend me, I will find ways to get close to you to further my own goals. I will use you and once I have finished with you, I will cut you off as though you're a cancerous growth. In my mind, you will no longer exist.
On top of that, I am an elitist prick. Most people are not worth the time and energy it takes for me to glance at them, much less actually interact with them. I hate people who waste my time. And, unfortunately, the vast majority of the human population are nothing more than insignificant specs on the vast fabric of what makes up my conscience.
Do you really want to deal with that? Even if you've gotten this far, I highly doubt it. That's fine. I'm just being honest.
I don't believe in mercy. Instead of justice, I believe in vengence. I'm not a pacifist. I believe in taking what I want by any means necessary. Sometimes through subltey, other times through force. This is my life, I control everything.
I don't control your life though. Nor do I want to. It's up to you whether or not you really friend me. I'm just being honest.
Everything I typed above is the deepest, darkest part of me. Usually, people try to make the best impression possible by bullshitting you. You never meet the person, you meet their representative. Instead of my representative, you met my inner demon. You have a glimpse of me at my worst.
Do you care to know the good?