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Dec. 9th, 2010
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Dec. 9th, 2010 08:46 amOkay, time to respond I guess... Here goes nothing:
You probably couldn't tell because you don't seem to know anything about me, despite my presence for some time now, but I'm very upset with you right now.
Oh I could tell, the dramatic knocking shit off walls while storming out was a pretty good sign. Also, you're kind of a baby, so I know even sitting next to her upsets you.
There have been several times your actions have had a direct negative effect on me,
Oh? Like... demanding you clean the cat box? I really have no idea. I'm sure you're exaggerating, cuz, you're a baby.
I have been so incredibly nice to you, and very fair. You have no idea how fair I was to you, being as I was sympathetic to your situation. More than you know, and probably more than you'll ever understand.
...usually major enough for me to have to talk about it. Never directly with you, though, as they ...skip that level of major and go on to "can't talk about it with you".
That's called being a gossip and a whinger. How am I supposed to know what I'm doing wrong if *you don't tell me*. Also, if someone has something to say about me, and they don't say it to my face, I don't take it seriously. Because it's a pussy move. And you knew that about me.
This is about as bad* as having yelled at me...
First of all, that wasn't yelling. I didn't even raise my voice. I simply stated my displeasure at something you did. You asked me if I needed anything from the store. I said I did. You said you'd get it. You decided NOT TO DO IT. Yeah, big fucking deal. But that wasn't the issue. It was the principle of the matter. You said you'd do something for me, I depended on you. You let me down. End of story. That's why I was irritated, but I certainly wasn't yelling.
and then threatened to properly yell at me
Right, because instead of saying so much as a sorry, you walked into the next room and whined that I was yelling at you, loudly enough I could hear it. You thought that was yelling? Boy... you're going to hate the real world.
because some douchebag friend of yours was a douchebag to you.
No Patrick. It had nothing to do with anyone else but YOU. Learn to accept responsiblity for your actions.
Except this time you have no "venting at you" excuse, or rather no one has that excuse on your behalf.
Oh? Who the fuck used that excuse on my behalf? Because they were fucking wrong too. Did it come with a head-pat and a "it's okay" as well?
I am upset. You are in trouble.
I can only imagine the punishment. Maybe mumbling something under your breath when I enter the room? Maybe something childish and spiteful? God, whatever you do, don't take the coffee pot. I'd hate to have to go get another one. Wait, you don't even drink coffee, nor do you have your own apartment yet. Why would you take that? I'm being foolish. Besides, if anyone was going to take it, I'm sure they'd wash it first, right?
I'm not the person who should be in trouble. I'm not the one who married you. Place the blame where it belongs.
You banged my wife on the living room couch.
First of all, congrats. I didn't know you guys were married. Was the ceremony nice? Secondly, buy living room couch you mean "her bed". Did you forget that she moved out of your room a few months ago? That she was now sleeping on the couch? God... if that couch could talk. It would laugh at you.
Think about how upset I could possibly be about this.
Upset enough that you'd post this on my facebook wall, but not man enough to say it to my face.
You know what, I'm sorry. You really didn't deserve to see that go down. What did you expect, we've all been living together for how many months? How long were you gonna keep rolling the dice? It was bound to happen eventually, no matter how accommodating I was being to your sensitivities.
Fucking grow up. She's been unfair to you for how many years now? Stand up for yourself.
Anything else you want to say?
*Wait, did you just equate catching me banging your wife (my recent ex-fiancee of over a year, thank you) to me yelling at you? Really? What the fuck...
You probably couldn't tell because you don't seem to know anything about me, despite my presence for some time now, but I'm very upset with you right now.
Oh I could tell, the dramatic knocking shit off walls while storming out was a pretty good sign. Also, you're kind of a baby, so I know even sitting next to her upsets you.
There have been several times your actions have had a direct negative effect on me,
Oh? Like... demanding you clean the cat box? I really have no idea. I'm sure you're exaggerating, cuz, you're a baby.
I have been so incredibly nice to you, and very fair. You have no idea how fair I was to you, being as I was sympathetic to your situation. More than you know, and probably more than you'll ever understand.
...usually major enough for me to have to talk about it. Never directly with you, though, as they ...skip that level of major and go on to "can't talk about it with you".
That's called being a gossip and a whinger. How am I supposed to know what I'm doing wrong if *you don't tell me*. Also, if someone has something to say about me, and they don't say it to my face, I don't take it seriously. Because it's a pussy move. And you knew that about me.
This is about as bad* as having yelled at me...
First of all, that wasn't yelling. I didn't even raise my voice. I simply stated my displeasure at something you did. You asked me if I needed anything from the store. I said I did. You said you'd get it. You decided NOT TO DO IT. Yeah, big fucking deal. But that wasn't the issue. It was the principle of the matter. You said you'd do something for me, I depended on you. You let me down. End of story. That's why I was irritated, but I certainly wasn't yelling.
and then threatened to properly yell at me
Right, because instead of saying so much as a sorry, you walked into the next room and whined that I was yelling at you, loudly enough I could hear it. You thought that was yelling? Boy... you're going to hate the real world.
because some douchebag friend of yours was a douchebag to you.
No Patrick. It had nothing to do with anyone else but YOU. Learn to accept responsiblity for your actions.
Except this time you have no "venting at you" excuse, or rather no one has that excuse on your behalf.
Oh? Who the fuck used that excuse on my behalf? Because they were fucking wrong too. Did it come with a head-pat and a "it's okay" as well?
I am upset. You are in trouble.
I can only imagine the punishment. Maybe mumbling something under your breath when I enter the room? Maybe something childish and spiteful? God, whatever you do, don't take the coffee pot. I'd hate to have to go get another one. Wait, you don't even drink coffee, nor do you have your own apartment yet. Why would you take that? I'm being foolish. Besides, if anyone was going to take it, I'm sure they'd wash it first, right?
I'm not the person who should be in trouble. I'm not the one who married you. Place the blame where it belongs.
You banged my wife on the living room couch.
First of all, congrats. I didn't know you guys were married. Was the ceremony nice? Secondly, buy living room couch you mean "her bed". Did you forget that she moved out of your room a few months ago? That she was now sleeping on the couch? God... if that couch could talk. It would laugh at you.
Think about how upset I could possibly be about this.
Upset enough that you'd post this on my facebook wall, but not man enough to say it to my face.
You know what, I'm sorry. You really didn't deserve to see that go down. What did you expect, we've all been living together for how many months? How long were you gonna keep rolling the dice? It was bound to happen eventually, no matter how accommodating I was being to your sensitivities.
Fucking grow up. She's been unfair to you for how many years now? Stand up for yourself.
Anything else you want to say?
*Wait, did you just equate catching me banging your wife (my recent ex-fiancee of over a year, thank you) to me yelling at you? Really? What the fuck...