Dear first anonymous commenter,
I’m replying you here coz the mysterious dafunkmusik has made your reply extremely public and to save everybody (ok, I’m exaggerating) the trouble of clicking all over the place, I’ll just post my reply here.
Thanks for your (professed) good intentions. Do keep posting your comments on my dysfunctional life. I hope you’re vivaciously reading because your life is so full and meaningful.
First of all, let me clarify that the “man bashing” post was inspired by this particular guy friend whom I’ve never blogged about previously. So in case anyone’s guessing who the male whiner is… you don’t know him. But in case I do have to bitch bout him in future, he’s gonna be named… milk.
Well, I really have no strength to defend myself. So I’m gonna let your comments stand. It’s not that I agree with them wholesale, but just that I’m too tired to respond to your grave assertions.
Also, sometimes, I write to entertain. This is one such instance. So was the 10 reasons I would rather be a guy one… such entries are written tongue in cheek. Don’t read too much into it.
(Unless you’re one of those bastards... Then you should read and then feel guilty and then drop dead and die. Come’on! I’m not that effective and powerful a writer to influence the minds of all who read my blog. Cut me some slack…)
And yes, I’ve been told a couple of times this week that I’m not “normal”. I might appear to be delusional sometimes, but yea, I am very aware that I’m abnormal. Thanks for pointing it out to me, yet again, like that is gonna help. But not to worry, I am working on it. One day, I’ll be the most normal and stoic and boring person ever. And I’ll blog about why Singapore’s economic situation is so desperate that we have to have a casino and how the education system is so screwed up and producing nutcases like me…
Look forward to that day yea?
And on that note, yes, I know I’m not smart. You’re reading my blog only because I told you about its existence and I trust you as a friend and I wanna share my problems with you. I trust that you’re reading regularly coz you care about how I am, and even though we can’t meet up all the time, I care for you enough to want u to know how I am.
I know that exposing my insecurities and issues to the public is stupid coz some people will judge me and thus condemn me as an inferior person. Some days I don’t know why I bother also. But I trust you. I trust that you’re concerned bout me, I trust that when you comment it is out of love, I trust that you won’t go around telling people and spreading rumors bout me. I trust that I placed my trust correctly in you as a friend.
And I’m crying now.
Telling you this not because I wanna blackmail you, but just thinking about the potential betrayal is so hard and so scary. It’s akin to me showing you all the weak spots on my armor and then having you attack me at those precise spots.
I come clean with my weaknesses because I’m weak and cowardly and whiny and pathetic and don’t treasure myself and can’t handle my emotions in a better way… this is a hidden cry for you to be gentle to me, to be nice, to hold my hand, to take care of me…
In any event that you are not my friend, do me a favor and buzz off.
I may not be able to live with myself, but I sure as hell don’t need more self-righteous and pompous prigs in my life. I make myself miserable enough already.
(I’m quite sure you’re a guy, so at my last ditch attempt to hit below the belt: It’s men like you who give other men a bad name…)
So, thanks but no thanks.
Yours sincerely,
An increasingly pissed off,
Me
I’m replying you here coz the mysterious dafunkmusik has made your reply extremely public and to save everybody (ok, I’m exaggerating) the trouble of clicking all over the place, I’ll just post my reply here.
Thanks for your (professed) good intentions. Do keep posting your comments on my dysfunctional life. I hope you’re vivaciously reading because your life is so full and meaningful.
First of all, let me clarify that the “man bashing” post was inspired by this particular guy friend whom I’ve never blogged about previously. So in case anyone’s guessing who the male whiner is… you don’t know him. But in case I do have to bitch bout him in future, he’s gonna be named… milk.
Well, I really have no strength to defend myself. So I’m gonna let your comments stand. It’s not that I agree with them wholesale, but just that I’m too tired to respond to your grave assertions.
Also, sometimes, I write to entertain. This is one such instance. So was the 10 reasons I would rather be a guy one… such entries are written tongue in cheek. Don’t read too much into it.
(Unless you’re one of those bastards... Then you should read and then feel guilty and then drop dead and die. Come’on! I’m not that effective and powerful a writer to influence the minds of all who read my blog. Cut me some slack…)
And yes, I’ve been told a couple of times this week that I’m not “normal”. I might appear to be delusional sometimes, but yea, I am very aware that I’m abnormal. Thanks for pointing it out to me, yet again, like that is gonna help. But not to worry, I am working on it. One day, I’ll be the most normal and stoic and boring person ever. And I’ll blog about why Singapore’s economic situation is so desperate that we have to have a casino and how the education system is so screwed up and producing nutcases like me…
Look forward to that day yea?
And on that note, yes, I know I’m not smart. You’re reading my blog only because I told you about its existence and I trust you as a friend and I wanna share my problems with you. I trust that you’re reading regularly coz you care about how I am, and even though we can’t meet up all the time, I care for you enough to want u to know how I am.
I know that exposing my insecurities and issues to the public is stupid coz some people will judge me and thus condemn me as an inferior person. Some days I don’t know why I bother also. But I trust you. I trust that you’re concerned bout me, I trust that when you comment it is out of love, I trust that you won’t go around telling people and spreading rumors bout me. I trust that I placed my trust correctly in you as a friend.
And I’m crying now.
Telling you this not because I wanna blackmail you, but just thinking about the potential betrayal is so hard and so scary. It’s akin to me showing you all the weak spots on my armor and then having you attack me at those precise spots.
I come clean with my weaknesses because I’m weak and cowardly and whiny and pathetic and don’t treasure myself and can’t handle my emotions in a better way… this is a hidden cry for you to be gentle to me, to be nice, to hold my hand, to take care of me…
In any event that you are not my friend, do me a favor and buzz off.
I may not be able to live with myself, but I sure as hell don’t need more self-righteous and pompous prigs in my life. I make myself miserable enough already.
(I’m quite sure you’re a guy, so at my last ditch attempt to hit below the belt: It’s men like you who give other men a bad name…)
So, thanks but no thanks.
Yours sincerely,
An increasingly pissed off,
Me
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, April 20, 2005 |
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