3rd December 2007, 4:03 PM
Taking our personal laundry and giving it a public forum only solidifies all of the major red-flag cautions I hold towards you anymore.
But that's really beside the point. For eight months you've been stuck on a slight that would be considered forgettably minor everywhere except within your own tortured imagination. Ever since, every conversation you and I have inevitably steers towards you complaining about it, despite my having apologized far more than the situation warranted, despite the fact that I offered you real, tangible help and you declined it, only to obsess over my refusing you 'help' that would never have helped at all. Of course, in the process of making it public you skew the situation to place yourself in a favorable light, while marginalizing and simplifying some of the very fatal problems that got you in the mess you're in. Not at all unexpected. My side of it is markedly different. I'm not about to splash that crap out for everyone to see, though. I've offered the olive branch once and you burned me for it. I'm tired of it all, and as long as you're going to obsess over this, to the point of destroying every last trace of friendship we ever had, I don't desire to speak to you. I know you think I'm an ice-hearted bastard. I can't do anything about your perceptions, but it's your perceptions, perhaps more than anything else, that are your enemy when it comes to you relating to other human beings.
In any case, this is, as I said, a private matter between us. I would prefer that it remain so.
But that's really beside the point. For eight months you've been stuck on a slight that would be considered forgettably minor everywhere except within your own tortured imagination. Ever since, every conversation you and I have inevitably steers towards you complaining about it, despite my having apologized far more than the situation warranted, despite the fact that I offered you real, tangible help and you declined it, only to obsess over my refusing you 'help' that would never have helped at all. Of course, in the process of making it public you skew the situation to place yourself in a favorable light, while marginalizing and simplifying some of the very fatal problems that got you in the mess you're in. Not at all unexpected. My side of it is markedly different. I'm not about to splash that crap out for everyone to see, though. I've offered the olive branch once and you burned me for it. I'm tired of it all, and as long as you're going to obsess over this, to the point of destroying every last trace of friendship we ever had, I don't desire to speak to you. I know you think I'm an ice-hearted bastard. I can't do anything about your perceptions, but it's your perceptions, perhaps more than anything else, that are your enemy when it comes to you relating to other human beings.
In any case, this is, as I said, a private matter between us. I would prefer that it remain so.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FOREVER
WE STAND AT THE DOOR
WE STAND AT THE DOOR