Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I Really Love Armchair Psychologists
So. Not too long ago I wrote a blog entry stating that I hated it when people who were pricks to me in the past, resurface and try to apologize and/or pick up where we left off as if nothing happened.
Naturally, some know it all fuck had to open his trap and put in his two cents stating he knows damn good and well what is my problem and tries to psychologically analyze me...not knowing one damn thing about me. I laugh at this sort of shit. So, here’s a fisking of his comment. Enjoy:
I got to your blog via a comment in another, that said you served up consrevatism with a heart (what were they thinking), but that link was dead. Anyway what you write is interesting so I kept on reading.
I don’t think it’s all that interesting but thanks anyway.
Anyway I sort of get the tenor of your personality and agree with the quote: “Others peoples opinions of me are really none of my business”
However since you have the comments section, it is an implied invitation to do so, at least regarding what you wrote. So here goes:
Don’t mistake a comments section to mean, “Come on in and shit all over the carpet section”. There IS a difference. I wouldn’t go to your house and insult you so unless you have constructive criticism, don’t do it here.
This piece I suspect ... is utter bullshit.
You suspect wrong, Detective. I don’t write anything that is bullshit. I write what happens in my life and experiences. Don’t like it? Tough shit. You’re not living it so why do you care?
First off, what the fuck has compelled so many, so often, to offend, lilly white ... you?
Now how did you know I am lilly white? Have you seen me? Am I so Irish that the whiteness of my skin shines through a website? Fascinating! What has compelled them? Hmmm....complete disregard for any body else except themselves? Selfishness? Insensitivity? There’s myriad reasons people act like complete twats...but in the end, you’re going to have to ask them what the fuck their problem is.
You were the complete innocent in all this torrent of abuse, I suppose?
Nine times out of ten, absolutely. I know where you’re going with this and I’d like to stop you before you make a fool of yourself.......oops, too late.
To hear you tell it, on the numbers and frequency of these occurrences alone, and discounting those who haven’t intruded upon your serenity to apologize; it seems you have been singularly targeted beyond any normal measure.
You wouldn’t even believe the half of it if I showed you the evidence....yes, beyond any normal measure? I’d say that is an accurate description. Hey, listen, there’s a lot of cock suckers in this world and I seem to have a magnet for finding them. Doesn’t make me a bad person, just means I had to learn how to say, “No” at some point in my life and stop trusting everyone because, believe it or not, McFlea, some people in this world actually take kindness to mean weakness and they like to take advantage of that. Yes! It’s true! There are complete assholes in this world.
Could it be that all of these abusers had somehow been confused as to your apparent nature of one that does not brook nonsense, or suffer fools at all ... but instead suddenly decided you to be a compliant doormat?
Doormat.....I guess that’s how they view kindness. You may have a point there but that is THEIR shortcoming to view kindness in a person as “doormat” tendencies.
I truly doubt it. I know I wouldn’t.
Well, just because you wouldn’t doesn’t mean that others don’t. There’s a lot of stupid fucks in this world. Course, I’d take a wager and say that you probably would do just that considering you like to come to complete stranger’s sites and act like you know exactly all about them even though you don’t know their first name.
Here’s my guess.
You’re quite pretty, and obviously bright, and strong willed, and you are used to getting what you want,
I’m going to have to stop you right there. Give me a moment to recover from the laughing fit. I assure you, I do not, absolutely do NOT get everything I want....and anything I do get is because I worked my ASS off for it. If you are implying that I’m one of those spoiled little rich girls with daddys who buy them everything, you couldn’t be MORE wrong if you tried.
.. and prefer to have things your own way;
Wow, you know absofuckinglutely nothing about me at all. Oh, but please continue in your brilliant assessment.
and as such, you frequently let other people know in a litany of incisive detail, their exact deficiencies. How they were just not measuring up to the high standards they should set for themselves, or to being the kind of person that might interest and please you.
Well, high standards..yes, I do believe people should hold themselves up to high standards. Not the high standards YOU may be thinking of but the high standards that will get them somewhere in this life...standards that will make them great citizens of this nation. But do I only have successful friends? No, I befriend all sorts of people because I like all sorts of people and, contrary to your expert opinion here, I give a LOT of leeway to people...hence, dumbass, why I have met a lot of cock suckers in this world who mistake kindness for weakness. Are you getting the picture yet or do I need to draw it for you? Maybe with crayons and stick figures so you’ll comprehend, Dr. Phil?
I’m also guessing your sharpness in writing is dull by comparison to that of your tongue.
Nah, quite the opposite. In speech, people don’t shut the fuck up long enough to listen to anyone else but themselves because they believe every damn word that comes out of their mouths is of the utmost importance and it’s hard to get a word in edgewise or complete a sentence without some sort of interruption. I write like I talk but in writing I get to say everything I wanted to say without interruption. I can hear you now, “See? You are not accepting of people!!!!” Wrong, interrupting someone or blabbering on and on and on and not letting other people add input is called, “rudeness”. I don’t suppose you’ll agree with that, though, since you seem to think I’m a pile of spoiled, rich shit not knowing one solitary fact about me.
And when they had had enough of being cut to ribbons by all the ‘honest assessment of their shortcommings’ that you generously offered as their friend ... when being cut yet once too much ... then they ‘abused you’, perhaps just to get away, or maybe to just to get you back.
I don’t cut to ribbons until after I’ve been treated like shit. I do not go out of my way to start a damn thing but I’ll tell you what, Sparky, I will finish. You got the cut to ribbons part right, but you got the timing alllllll wrong. You’re batting average here is really embarrassingly low.
Now, if they are really returning in droves, as you say,
I never said they were returning in droves. Please point to the part of my post where I said “droves”.
well that must mean that you’re not just simply pretty, but probably super sexy and actually gorgeous, as well as having the razor sharp wit ... and they miss it ... being around someone so bright and vibrant and irreverent, even if it means being under your thumb.
Well, flattery gets you nowhere, son. I suspect it’s because they feel immense guilt for being such cock suckers. But I don’t give much of a shit by that time.
So, I don’t really think this is about you not wanting to accept ‘their apologies’ ... I think this is mere camouflage that you don’t ever want to have to consider to make your own, or be pushed into facing your own culpabilities.
HAHAHAH! Oh, Lordy, project much? You know what they say? When you point at someone, you have three pointing back. Again, so far off the mark, you’re in the next galaxy, pal. I am the first to admit when I do something wrong and the first to admit my own shortcomings. I am not too proud to notice and admit I’m a human being and I fuck up, too. The point of the post was that I don’t care to hear from some, (not all, Mr. Lack of Reading Comprehension), of the people who I’ve known in this lifetime who have really, really done a bang up job of showing me what inconsiderate, condescending assholes they truly are.
Dredging up the past has the tendency to do that.
If you knew one thing about my past, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You know not of what you speak. And for those who do know me, you just made yourself look like a colossal ass.
Like I said its a guess, but a reasonable guess on one factor alone.
Allow me to rephrase: “A reasonable guess based on how I act”, is what you meant. Factor? You don’t know a single fucking fact about any of these people or any of the things they did. How can you possibly sit there and tell me your “guess” is “reasonable” when you don’t have a single LEG to stand on?
Most normal healthy people who actually have been subjected to ill-treatment, don’t out of hand, dismiss the sincere apology, they welcome it, as it is an acknowledgement of what went wrong, sets the record straight, and somewhat settles the score, and ultimately, its a vindication.
It is indeed a vindication but I don’t care one shit about that vindication because I have moved on. Did you miss that part? Did that totally escape you? Or are you the type who sits around, fuming for years on end and when someone does apologize to you, you sneer with delight because now you’re “vindicated”? I don’t waste my fucking energy on that sort of shit. I don’t welcome it because it does NOTHING for me. The apology is for the person who acted like an asshat. Plain and simple. There are no two ways about it. I’m not talking about someone doing something and the next day or week or even month coming back and saying, “Hey, I’m sorry” and I’m also not talking about simple little shit being done. I’m talking about some MAJOR fucking shit that has cost me a FUCK load of money, could have landed ME in jail for what THEY were doing or weren’t doing, actual abuse, not the overused word, “abuse”, not “abuse” in fucking quotations, asshole, actual, police documented, someone landed in jail, abuse, shit that would have completely screwed me over for years because of their insensitivity and callousness, lack of respect for any law or person and they want to come back, YEARS later and tell me, “Hey, yah, sorry about that.” Not, “I’m sorry I did this or that and I realize now what an asshole I was and what I put you through”, just “yah, sorry about that.” Fuck that and fuck them. I don’t need it, I don’t want it, and they can piss off. Go to confession if you feel that fucking bad about it. Answer to God, not me. I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, the situation is over, I have moved on and I don’t want to know a damn thing about you ever again if you ever have fucked with me in the way some of these pieces of shit have fucked with me. What part of that can you not possibly understand, Dr. Detective?
There is no requirement to reconcile after an apology, or maintain a relationship.
No shit, Sherlock. So why waste the fucking time getting in contact with me at all?
That you don’t get any of that, at all, is an indication that something else is going on.
Posted by James Johns on 04/25 at 11:04 AM
That you can make such sweeping generalizations, that you can assume so damn much about someone based on a BLOG of all things, no facts, no evidence, nothing to weigh, that you can then, sit there, in your computer desk chair and have the audacity to come to someone’s ‘home’ and insult them to no end because you think you are fucking Dr. Freud indicates that something else is going on with you. Get a fucking life.
For fuck’s sake, kids. Get a load of this guy.
