Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Dear Emperor

The purpose of the funeral is to pay respects.  It's to commiserate with others who loved and respected and KNEW the dearly departed.  It's about sharing memories.

Once she got the morbid curiosity of knowing who you were out of her system, she knew why her Mom decided to let you stay fucked off instead of chasing after you for child support or a father figure or any of those other rights and privileges that come along with fatherhood.  

If you happen to not have any personal knowledge because you happen to have chosen to fuck off when your child was born and not show up for 16 years, you DO NOT have a right to show up at the funeral.  Stay home, asshole - nobody wants you there, least of all her, whose last words to you were in fact, if I recall correctly, "Fuck off."  

You have nothing to commiserate about, you have no memories to share, and if you had any love or respect for the person who died, you'd have stuck around for the first and only 16 years of her life.  So, why don't you just stay fucked-off where you belong and let the rest of us grieve without having to look at your useless piece of shit face?

I did my best to let you know your presence wasn't welcome or required.  I'll do my best to be civil but I can't promise the same from anyone else - if there's bloodshed, I'll just be stepping over it.  

Just sayin'. 

Friday, January 14, 2011

Dear Emperor, 

I have a right to defend my opinion without being told I'm stupid or wrong.  I also have a right to defend myself when I am being attacked or harassed.  Lastly, while I feel that lying and withholding are often necessary social lubricants (heaven forbid we all told each other what we really thought...) I did not invite nor encourage you to read anything I write much less evoke some sort of random contact, and so perhaps now isn't the time to mince words.

While you are a clever, funny person who is passionate about all kinds of wonderful things in person, there is something that communicating via the internet brings out in you that exhausts me.  It's like you turn into the anti-super-hero, using your superior knowledge and razor-sharp sarcasm for the powers of evil instead of good.  I don't understand this alter ego, and I don't like it. 

I feel that debates with you deteriorate as you tend to not to grasp the entire picture but rather prefer picking up on whatever tiny bit of minutiae you are able to that demonstrates what you view as someone else's oversight or stupidity and throw it in their face, harping on this point and becoming increasingly ignorant even when attempts at clarifying are made.  In your opinion, your opinion is the only right opinion.  Perhaps, though, you should check to ensure before attacking someone that your point is a) complete, b) relevant, c) contextual and d) welcome.  Think, before you Snack.  Act.  Rock it. (Anybody who gets that reference wins a brownie point.)

Part of the reason your arguments are perceived as insulting and not persuasive is you demonstrate poor sportsmanship. In debate, there are rules of engagement.  It's about exploring the different sides of an issue and treating your opponents with respect.  In that token, there's a certain manner of conduct generally observed, even when you hold your opinion strongly. You unfortunately seem to lack the diplomacy and desire to share your opinion in a friendly, constructive way, and subsequently your approach and sarcasm invariably causes people to feel belittled and ridiculed instead of enlightened and challenged.  You attack people. I think some circles refer to this as internet bullying.

I was at one time willing and able to consciously and conscientiously desensitize myself to your rudeness and snobbery until such point in time as frankly, I got tired of all the drama you loved stirring up around yourself.  When I realized that I was not able much less willing to try and cope with a person who is incapable of being sensitive to the thoughts, opinions, and feelings of others and essentially uses the internet as a means to make people look and feel stupid, it was easy to cut you off and out.  I see by your actions today that my decision was correct.

In short, you have and continue to drag people down and hurt people's feelings, including mine. You are well within your rights to be unapologetic and to not assume any kind of accountability for my or anyone else's feelings, yet you expect people to respect and accept you the way you are or fuck them.  When others expect the same in return, you STILL say fuck them.  This is the kind of antisocial behaviour that gets schoolyard bullies and people with delusions of grandeur medicated, and is not compatible with developing or maintaining friendships with the vast majority of the adult population. Aside of an old X boyfriend, I can honestly say I have never met another grown up as arrogant, insensitive, and intolerant as you.

Since you seem to feel that so few people are smart enough to be your friend and I choose to consort with some persons of relatively average intelligence by your standards, I do not feel that it is beneficial to continue any kind of contact.  This is why I initially discontinued communicating and I can't imagine why you would think now, today, suddenly, that I would welcome participating in a discussion with you. 

You're as free to read as NOT read what I write.  I suggest you please fuck off.

Sincerely,

Hope

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Dear Empress:

I think it's a rare thing to find someone whose beliefs align with your own.  I think it's an even rarer thing to find people who are tolerant of others' when they don't align.

It's been several years since you made your choice, and several since I made mine.  Not once have I ever pressed upon you a desire to change your mind, nor have I ever used guilt, shame, or other underhanded tactics to force my hand.  However, you have repeatedly and mercilessly taken it upon yourself to make me a concern of yours, to pray for my mortal soul, and to challenge me with ideas that are merely myth and no more useful or frightening to me than the wise yet infinitely more plucky words of Aesop.

You walk about with your palms pressed, taking pity upon me and filling your own heart with woe.  If you were to ask me honestly, I would tell you that you are full of shit, and give you ample reason to question your own beliefs.  But I respect that you are in touch with your spirituality in a way that speaks to your heart.  All I ask is that you permit me the same luxury, and cease your endless prattle about my imminent damnation.  In your own words, and by your own faith, that is not your decision to make.  I encourage you, again, in your own words, to let go, and let God.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Happy Wednesday!

Rules are meant to be broken from time to time. If this is what you mean when you tell me you're going to play with your food, then I'm totally OK with it.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Dear Bill:

You never did tell me a story about bugs.  I'm still curious, and will wait forever.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Dear Village,

Culturally stunted, in a land peppered with historical buildings that are no more than evidence of suburban sprawl spanning multiple continents for nations unhappy with owning only local real estate, even at the expense of destroying whatever was and should be rich about the people and the lands they arrived at so that they may have someone to suck their teeth at.

If I sometimes look in the mirror and feel disconnected and underdeveloped and out of place, where am I to turn?  I am nothing more than a flower bent before it could blossom, a foetus aborted before it could mature, an idiot without its village.


I wish I knew which village you were, as I would simply return to you.  

Monday, June 14, 2010

Dear Empress,

While valiant and theoretically believable, your attempts to mask the facts are failing miserably.  Choose a better path.