aww
*hugs for D M*

Thanks

To you:

I think waiting would be worth it.

Dear male contributor to my genetic code:

Although I really don't want to have anything to do with you, I was trying to be pleasant yesterday and I thought things were going well until you started with your 'poor me' passive-aggressive shit again. You've had some hard knocks - we've all had - but pretty much your situation is the result of your own self-absorption and foolishness. I do care about you, but like all the other goofballs in my family, I won't enable them or you.

Happy Father's Day, you cranky old goat.

To Cunt,
how could you do that to anyone, let alone your own daughter? You say you've had it tough, suffered the same thing as a child, but that's no fucking reason to take it out on someone else. I know you're trying to find her again, but if you do I'm going to fucking snap. You said she was unlovable, but you're wrong. I love her. She is a perfect example of how someone can take years of shit and yet turn out an amazingly strong, beautiful person. You, on the other hand, just wallow in your victimhood while perpetuating years of abuse. She might be finding the courage to take you to court, and if she does I'll be supporting her every step of the way. You're going to be put away for a long, long time. Good fucking riddance.

( *feels this is inappropraitely mellow after Syme's letter* )

Dear Dance Parents,
You child has decided to persue the performing arts. This means late night rehearsals. This means your child will not get to see the show he or she is performing in (that's why you buy the DVD.) This means expensive tickets to shows and lots of downtime while you wait for a rehearsal to be over.
It is not my fault. It is the way of the industry. Get used to it.

My dearest friend, i owe you an apology.
I shouldn't have blabbed.
As i needed to get it off my chest, i wrote up the story. If you'll bear with me, this is what i wrote.

“I’m not a strong woman,” I told him “I’m a hard woman. There’s a difference.”
Angrily and exhaustedly we were debating my theories of self-sufficiency yesterday, and as I was too tired to do anything else, I was truthful.
Today, I’m regretting having said too much. In my defence I was suffering from Revenge of Pizza, and so I was irritable and quick to anger. The discussion was (partly) about the crying lady of a few posts ago.
She’d apparently collapsed again. One of the party, her man, feels powerless to help her. Anything and everything I said came out of my mouth wrong. I told him I understood, and he rightly stated that I didn’t. That I was talking about my own life and my own frustrations. While that’s factually true it’s not quite fair on me, I was trying to sympathise. I told him to look out for himself first. That the long and the short of it is that you need to preserve yourself, because when push comes to shove, we’re alone and no-one can help us. Nor can we help anyone else. But he wouldn’t hear it.

My point was simple. With lovers as with everything else, you are responsible for your choices. All you invest, you invest of your own free will. You cannot expect anything in return. That surprised him. He was all for give and take. Angrily I said “No. We don’t exist, we can’t ask for anything. It’s always them and their stupid fucking jobs. They come first. It’s our choice how much of ourselves we pour in. But there’ll never be anything left for us. Either we stop investing, or we lump it.”
My friend (the third debater) mellowed my statements into something a little more human, but I was having none of it. “If you give too much of yourself” I said “it’s your own fucking fault. You gave it freely.” He was puzzled, giving examples. Asking me questions. “But don’t you want something from your lovers?”. Ofcourse I do, but I don’t expect anything. Whether I sometimes felt inclined to give and give and give. And alternately to take and take. Yes. But that would be incredibly stupid. He gave me a look and it occurred to me he probably didn’t like me much.
“Why are you both here?” he asked. My friend stated “I’m here because I wanted to read a paper and relax after a long day at work. She came in later.”
“I’m here,” I said truthfully “because I love him.”
I couldn’t complain about lack of reaction to that one.
“But.. but does he love you?” Grinningly I replied “probably sometime next Thursday he’ll love me again.” To which my friend laughed. “We probably see too much of eachother” he said.
“Don’t you give to each other?” he asked. “He doesn’t appreciate it when I do.” I said. “That’s my way of investing. I leave him the fuck alone. All he wants is for me to go away!” I said with a sparkle and got a weirded out look. “But you *said* you love him” he stated –I did, stupid stupid stupid, but that’s another matter-
“Yes.” Was my reply “Where the ones we love are concerned we are all blithering idiots.”
As we were leaving I told him “It’s a pity. We’re so alike, you and I, but somehow it never works out that way.”
“I am nothing like you” was his reply. I wonder what he’s so scared of.
As we walked on alone together, my friend and I, I asked: “would I get your attention if I cried publicly in bars more? Maybe I should.”
He shook his head sadly and gave me a hug.

People like that lovelorn bloke think me cynical. I don’t think I am. I learned to love in silence, and I appreciate my loved ones above all else for their capacity to forgive me. Forgive me for being an irate stupid woman who talks too much. And care for me anyway. That’s what I get, and that’s what I have to give. A capacity for you to be yourself, completely yourself, to forgive you for it and to care anyway. I’ll risk caring for its own sake, without wanting much in return. That –to me- is love.
I have no use for sentimental crap. I crave fiery, passionate, devouring affairs, but that’s need. Not love. And untenable in the long run. I love you, simply because I do. You can’t stop me and I need have nothing in return. It’s painful and it’s a little sad, but love is seldomly a happy affair. In the end I’m responsible for me and can’t ask of you to take that responsibility. All I expect is for you to be you. And hope you return the favour.

Dear large kitchen-dwelling bumblebee,
please leave.
Thank you,
me.


~hugs Pfins~

Dear you,

I guess it wouldn't strike you as odd to hear that I think you might be the only person who knows exactly what I'm going through right now. I know you don't feel for me what I feel for you. The best way for me to show you how much I love you is to accept that it is over between us and respect your decision. I am accepting that and harbor no anger towards you. I want to thank you for a good couple of months. I know it must have been hard for you at times. I still want to be friends. You're a fantastic person who is fun to be around and quite honestly, I need more friends since I've been drifting away from many of mine. So, let me know if you'd like to get some coffee sometime. I'd appreciate it.

Han

~~hugs CancerDusk~~

*hugs Han*

Thanks guys. I'm doing better. Two months is a little easier to get over than four years and I got through that one.

To the jackass who siphoned gas out of CG's car:

If you ever decide to come back for more, you had better be wearing your running shoes. 'Cause if I see you, you'll have to out run buckshot...

Yours,

a very pissed off Hooligan.

quote:

Originally posted by Hooligan:
To the jackass who siphoned gas out of CG's car:

If you ever decide to come back for more, you had better be wearing your running shoes. 'Cause if I see you, you'll have to out run buckshot...

Yours,

a very pissed off Hooligan.

*feels your pain*

My dad had to buy a locking gas cap, and then they broke that too.

Dear my workers,
If you are at an interview for a set schedule, where you are even warned that if you call off on one of those set days you may not be scheduled as much in the future, maybe you should think before taking the offer. Because I will have to hire someone else for those days if you start calling off. Because I cannot have a department with noone working in it. Like I do today. I know that things come up, and you could be at home throwing up last weeks dinners, and I have sympathy. But I am also left without coverage. Now I am cancelling everything on my day off just in case the store isn't able to find anyone so I will be able to come in. My coming in today means that all the store management will have to redo their schedules because I will have to be off some other day this week and everyone will have to shift to cover. Overtime is not an option.
And you, the other one to call off today. A spider bite. A SPIDER BITE! Did you run out of relatives to send to the hospital? In the last four months your mom, dad, and grandfather have all had heart attacks. Your grandmother had a mystery illness where she was in for three days. Your grandfather was in again for a mystery illness. You either have the unluckiest family in the world or you need better excuses. Especially when they only get sick on weekends and only when you work both Saturday and Sunday. If you are telling the truth then I am very worried about your barely 40 year old parents having heart attacks.
To sum....AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
-Your boss

*hugs and oh my god yes!*

*nods in complete agreement*

I guess we know where J went after she quit where Gina works.

*hugs MBW*

*hugs Batty* I empathize, hon.

Dear Monty director,
You do not need to have a read through two and a half weeks BEFORE rehearsals start. You do not need to have the choreographer or costume mistress at the read through. You do not give acting notes at a freaking read through.

Your Already Stressed Stage Manager

Dear you,

I think one day it will happen. I hope so. It SHOULD.

Dearest you,
Why dammit why why whywhwywhwywhy? Whatever. argh. *shuts up and kills off emotions*