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(Tri; musicianslash)Don' worry...be 'appy...and don' quote me...
(Tri; musicianslash)
I know I can sound mean and insensitive at times. Shit, I know I can be mean and insensitive at times. I know that I can hold a grudge for ages. I can be, and am, very bitter.
But I like to think that I would never take a situation [like two people I'm angry at fighting] and twist them so that it suddenly appears to be all about me. [Yes, I'm looking at you -- did I mention I'm prone to bitterness?] I like to think I don't presume to tell someone else what they feel or felt. I like to think I can forgive pretty much anyone anything, so long as they're realising what they did and apologise for it. I like to think I would never ever judge a person based on who they choose to associate with, or because they're not as upfront about their values and opinions as I am.
I like to think I'm a fair person.
And when people do thinks like the ones I described above, it makes me so very angry, so furious, so fucking sad that my hands are shaking. Because while I can understand anger, hurt, bitterness, even meanness, I cannot for the life of me understand pettiness and egocentrism. And like most people, I get greatly upset about things I don't understand.
EU: "Okay that's 7529.com s-l-a-s-h support."
Slash support. Don't I wish there was such a thing.
THE INTERNET IS NOT A SHINY HAPPY PLACE!
and another part for those of us who can and do deal with that. Because Billy my boy, I think I'm going to go stark raving insane if I am told one more time that I "could've/should've phrased that in a nicer way", or that telling someone their story sucks is mean.
C'me on, Bill, do this for me and I swear on my CliffMuse I'll start you that Estrogen Brigade.