Brutality
or You Are Probably a Loser, But That's Okay
Dear Everyone,
Don't assume, by that title or through knowledge of how I run my life and relationships, that I am going to say that it's okay to be a loser, or an idiot, as long as you are happy with yourself and as long as you don't try impress that lifestyle of your own upon me. Don't assume that I am going to continue to be a tolerant, patient person. Take this, instead, as an invitation to walk right out my door, and if it hits you on the ass on the way out, I pray to whatever supernatural being that YOU believe in that it knocks some logic or some sense of reality in you.
I have a new tolerance policy. Zero-tolerance.
I have no tolerance for people who refuse to learn from the past. There are examples of people living like some of you do right now, both in your own past and in my past. I have done my best to show you what I have learned about the errors of my ways. I have done my best to show you where you should be looking for a solution. Yet you persist in your suicidal, pity-me course of idiocy without a shred of logic to what passes for thoughts and plans in your pathetic excuse for a brain. I'm washing my hands of you and your situation. You may apply for friendship again when you realize the errors of your ways, when you show me what you have learned, and when you get wise to the world around you in general.
I have no tolerance for people who live self-destructive lives in pursuit of impossible fantasies. You are blind. Guess what? You know all of those people around you whispering about how stupid you are or how you are slowly perishing over a dream? They're right. To be honest, I hope I'm there when you fall. I want to see the crushed look on your face. I want to see Despair written all over your face as you kneel on the ground and scream appeals at the sky for an explanation that will never come, even though it has been around you all of this time. I want you to taste this Despair and know what it for what it really is, not just these little glitches in life that you make out to be world-ending. You think all the world's your stage, Drama Queen, but I'm stepping out of the audience.
I have no tolerance for people ("friends") who rudely ignore or belittle my true friends. Especially when these people come back and ask for peace and harmony during a get-together that so-and-so wants to have. Maybe it's just not possible at the center of a circle of friends with a circumference such as I have. If that's the case, then it's time to whittle it down. Time to go through the buddy list. Time to go through the address book. Time to examine whose conversations really mean something to me and whose conversations I could have done without.
It's draining to care, or even to pretend to care about so many people when you step back, look at these people and their personalities and situations, analyze them, and realize that they are all so absolutely and completely clueless. I've played the part of a good friend in all of these cases for long enough. I feel that I've been appropriately sympathetic while maintaining my side of any disagreements for long enough. Your chance for sympathy has passed and now I'm calling your bluff.
Time's up, moron. You lose.
Sincerely,
Joshua Holewczynski
PS: This obviously does not apply to everyone.
PPS: For those of you to whom this does apply, don't bother commenting on any of this with your bullshit rationale. It will be deleted immediately and every attempt will be made to block you from posting again for a length of time that I deem suitable.
or You Are Probably a Loser, But That's Okay
Dear Everyone,
Don't assume, by that title or through knowledge of how I run my life and relationships, that I am going to say that it's okay to be a loser, or an idiot, as long as you are happy with yourself and as long as you don't try impress that lifestyle of your own upon me. Don't assume that I am going to continue to be a tolerant, patient person. Take this, instead, as an invitation to walk right out my door, and if it hits you on the ass on the way out, I pray to whatever supernatural being that YOU believe in that it knocks some logic or some sense of reality in you.
I have a new tolerance policy. Zero-tolerance.
I have no tolerance for people who refuse to learn from the past. There are examples of people living like some of you do right now, both in your own past and in my past. I have done my best to show you what I have learned about the errors of my ways. I have done my best to show you where you should be looking for a solution. Yet you persist in your suicidal, pity-me course of idiocy without a shred of logic to what passes for thoughts and plans in your pathetic excuse for a brain. I'm washing my hands of you and your situation. You may apply for friendship again when you realize the errors of your ways, when you show me what you have learned, and when you get wise to the world around you in general.
I have no tolerance for people who live self-destructive lives in pursuit of impossible fantasies. You are blind. Guess what? You know all of those people around you whispering about how stupid you are or how you are slowly perishing over a dream? They're right. To be honest, I hope I'm there when you fall. I want to see the crushed look on your face. I want to see Despair written all over your face as you kneel on the ground and scream appeals at the sky for an explanation that will never come, even though it has been around you all of this time. I want you to taste this Despair and know what it for what it really is, not just these little glitches in life that you make out to be world-ending. You think all the world's your stage, Drama Queen, but I'm stepping out of the audience.
I have no tolerance for people ("friends") who rudely ignore or belittle my true friends. Especially when these people come back and ask for peace and harmony during a get-together that so-and-so wants to have. Maybe it's just not possible at the center of a circle of friends with a circumference such as I have. If that's the case, then it's time to whittle it down. Time to go through the buddy list. Time to go through the address book. Time to examine whose conversations really mean something to me and whose conversations I could have done without.
It's draining to care, or even to pretend to care about so many people when you step back, look at these people and their personalities and situations, analyze them, and realize that they are all so absolutely and completely clueless. I've played the part of a good friend in all of these cases for long enough. I feel that I've been appropriately sympathetic while maintaining my side of any disagreements for long enough. Your chance for sympathy has passed and now I'm calling your bluff.
Time's up, moron. You lose.
Sincerely,
Joshua Holewczynski
PS: This obviously does not apply to everyone.
PPS: For those of you to whom this does apply, don't bother commenting on any of this with your bullshit rationale. It will be deleted immediately and every attempt will be made to block you from posting again for a length of time that I deem suitable.
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