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To me, anger, sadness, the despair I had for several days now is as intense as ever. I learned it can never be measured in Joules or Watt-hours, only horsepower. We vent so we may release heat, let the engine cool down. And when it's ready, we press down on the accelerator pedal, and continue our high octane drive down a highway of despair.
My lungs hurt from screaming. My eyes itch from wiping tears. The engine needs to cool down. Let me explain what happened before the hormones flood.
I had a friend who i met over the internet. We started off arguing because he cannot stop shoving his view on controversial topics like a living nightmare. He's like Fox news, except even more annoying, and I would get mad. After I blocked him, he started to miss me, and I unblocked him because I missed him too, because we remember the good times. And we became good friends.
He came from a sight seeing trip with his lover, after many weeks of leaving him alone. When we finally talked again, after what seemed too long, I told him about something I did not take a liking to, which was the fetish of powerplay tot he extreme; killing people in a sexual fashion, giving them pathetic deaths. Don't get me wrong, I dont care about what you jerk off to. But the concept of killing people in such a pathetic fashion, don't forget soldiers, made me bring up a saying from the Movie Kill Bill.
"Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin, scrub, alky piece of honeysuckle like you. That woman deserved better."
Instantly he talked about whether warriors were innocent or not, something completely off topic and several inches too close to a patriot's penis. To me, innocent means not deserving to be harmed. Soldiers that fight for their country do not deserved to be harmed by their own country. The only time it is justified is at the hands of the enemy they fight in combat, in battle. Yet he compared it to killing for pleasure like in sick fetishes. I made it clear these subjects are far from my comfort zone, but with it, he made sacrilege.
"If you can justify killing hundreds of people for war, then why not justify killing hundreds for pleasure?" This is a rhetoric, after I stated my opinion of the innocence of a soldier.
True soldiers dont enjoy killing or hate the enemy. They just have to kill what would kill them, and vice versa because of a pitiful lack of compromise some time ago.
I was ready for a good conversation, I told him this was sacrilege, and with it, to stop now. I was angry by then, but I did a good job of holding back rage. But despite this, h acts all smug calls me cute after bringing up this subject. Smug, by his tone he was clearly mocking me. In a legitimate argument, one should not say bullshit like "You're cute" because your passing them off as worthless, clueless idiots. Like most people do these days. "You're cute" means, "You're so pitiful, and stupid, I don;t even have to listen to you." Not only does he perform Sacrilege, but he mocks me. He gives the rhetoric, and denies it.
The thing about it, is that I told him to STAY THE fresia AWAY FROM THAT SUBJECT. I begged him to stop the last time I blocked him, and the first thing he did was call me weak. Because I asked him to move away from his subjects. But no, he shoots his mouth off and mocks me. Then claims, he didn't mock me, then say he didn't give a rhetoric but a legitimate question. He does everything to make me feel like and idiot, and that he's the all knowing enlightened philosopher on controversial subjects that I begged him to stop.
This guy takes no blame whatsoever. I have to block him, to stop my anger. He has no clue, how angry I am. I tell him, how angry I am, and he does NOTHING, TO MAKE ME CALM DOWN. In fact, he already used my anger against me, many times. He used my anger, my blind rage. Primal instinct, to make me looks stupid. And he never apologized. I had to block him, in order to calm down. Keep away so we can restart.
This guy was my friend. We were friends before he left with his lover. He loved me like a true friend, he said. Love, not like, not buds, true old fashioned friendship like I never had before. I came back after a time to calm down, and he throws a knock out punch. He blocked all form of access for communication. And he does this to me. I ask for an apology, and he doesn't. He doesn't. I had to block him, so I can just vent. When I came back... He blocked me. This guy was a true friend to me because I FORGAVE HIM FOR ALL THE BULLSHIT HE PUT ME THROUGH. I gave up my beliefs for him... I gave it all up and he abandons me.
He used the notion of friendship and love to create an opportunity to strike me with pain. First he hit me hard with sacrilege and mockery like my sister does whenever I state my opinion about anything, to ensue anger and self hatred. A feeling of stupidity that haunted me for so many years; like that used by my mother that made me inches away from suicide. To end it all, cutting the ties I thought we had, just like my father did when he terrified me. This guy gave had every quality everyone I hated had. He was the misery of my life personified at that point.
I've cried for three hours now, a week since he left I think. Screamed in rage, for three hours. I'm blistering angry. So miserable after how he treated me. The pain of not being able to have him realize what he did, and the promise of being a close friend that he broke so carelessly.
My lungs hurt from screaming. My eyes itch from wiping tears. The engine needs to cool down. Let me explain what happened before the hormones flood.
I had a friend who i met over the internet. We started off arguing because he cannot stop shoving his view on controversial topics like a living nightmare. He's like Fox news, except even more annoying, and I would get mad. After I blocked him, he started to miss me, and I unblocked him because I missed him too, because we remember the good times. And we became good friends.
He came from a sight seeing trip with his lover, after many weeks of leaving him alone. When we finally talked again, after what seemed too long, I told him about something I did not take a liking to, which was the fetish of powerplay tot he extreme; killing people in a sexual fashion, giving them pathetic deaths. Don't get me wrong, I dont care about what you jerk off to. But the concept of killing people in such a pathetic fashion, don't forget soldiers, made me bring up a saying from the Movie Kill Bill.
"Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin, scrub, alky piece of honeysuckle like you. That woman deserved better."
Instantly he talked about whether warriors were innocent or not, something completely off topic and several inches too close to a patriot's penis. To me, innocent means not deserving to be harmed. Soldiers that fight for their country do not deserved to be harmed by their own country. The only time it is justified is at the hands of the enemy they fight in combat, in battle. Yet he compared it to killing for pleasure like in sick fetishes. I made it clear these subjects are far from my comfort zone, but with it, he made sacrilege.
"If you can justify killing hundreds of people for war, then why not justify killing hundreds for pleasure?" This is a rhetoric, after I stated my opinion of the innocence of a soldier.
True soldiers dont enjoy killing or hate the enemy. They just have to kill what would kill them, and vice versa because of a pitiful lack of compromise some time ago.
I was ready for a good conversation, I told him this was sacrilege, and with it, to stop now. I was angry by then, but I did a good job of holding back rage. But despite this, h acts all smug calls me cute after bringing up this subject. Smug, by his tone he was clearly mocking me. In a legitimate argument, one should not say bullshit like "You're cute" because your passing them off as worthless, clueless idiots. Like most people do these days. "You're cute" means, "You're so pitiful, and stupid, I don;t even have to listen to you." Not only does he perform Sacrilege, but he mocks me. He gives the rhetoric, and denies it.
The thing about it, is that I told him to STAY THE fresia AWAY FROM THAT SUBJECT. I begged him to stop the last time I blocked him, and the first thing he did was call me weak. Because I asked him to move away from his subjects. But no, he shoots his mouth off and mocks me. Then claims, he didn't mock me, then say he didn't give a rhetoric but a legitimate question. He does everything to make me feel like and idiot, and that he's the all knowing enlightened philosopher on controversial subjects that I begged him to stop.
This guy takes no blame whatsoever. I have to block him, to stop my anger. He has no clue, how angry I am. I tell him, how angry I am, and he does NOTHING, TO MAKE ME CALM DOWN. In fact, he already used my anger against me, many times. He used my anger, my blind rage. Primal instinct, to make me looks stupid. And he never apologized. I had to block him, in order to calm down. Keep away so we can restart.
This guy was my friend. We were friends before he left with his lover. He loved me like a true friend, he said. Love, not like, not buds, true old fashioned friendship like I never had before. I came back after a time to calm down, and he throws a knock out punch. He blocked all form of access for communication. And he does this to me. I ask for an apology, and he doesn't. He doesn't. I had to block him, so I can just vent. When I came back... He blocked me. This guy was a true friend to me because I FORGAVE HIM FOR ALL THE BULLSHIT HE PUT ME THROUGH. I gave up my beliefs for him... I gave it all up and he abandons me.
He used the notion of friendship and love to create an opportunity to strike me with pain. First he hit me hard with sacrilege and mockery like my sister does whenever I state my opinion about anything, to ensue anger and self hatred. A feeling of stupidity that haunted me for so many years; like that used by my mother that made me inches away from suicide. To end it all, cutting the ties I thought we had, just like my father did when he terrified me. This guy gave had every quality everyone I hated had. He was the misery of my life personified at that point.
I've cried for three hours now, a week since he left I think. Screamed in rage, for three hours. I'm blistering angry. So miserable after how he treated me. The pain of not being able to have him realize what he did, and the promise of being a close friend that he broke so carelessly.