An Open Letter To _____

You guys are so cute when you are patting each other on the back.

I knew a kool-aid drinker would show up eventually. Not one of you can handle anything without help. Always need a hand holder.

I'm going to bed, have fun children.

Who the fuck are you talking to? I can handle you in my sleep, and we both know it. You run away, you pretend like you're above it all, you lie about putting people on ignore while quite clearly doing nothing of the sort, you lurk around behind the scenes, but direct confrontation you rarely do. It's a calculated move, that everyone is aware of, so you can continue to act like you have some fucking high moral ground that anyone that knows you, and is honest with themselves, knows you aren't even close to.

But don't, for a second, think that anyone can't handle you. I know how tough you like to act, threatening NPC bartenders like a big man, but the moment someone actually confronts you about your bullshit, you backpedal, and play the victim, and insult their intelligence.

But here's the thing that must bug you the most, the thing that you will never, ever admit to out loud because it would bring down the house of cards you have turned your life into: there are no Kool-Aid drinkers. No one had to be convinced of what a ridiculous fucking person you are. I know you like to act like there's some ring leader fooling all these other people and turning them against you (though who that ring leader is seems to change frequently), but I'm afraid it's just not true. What it does do, however, is demonstrate your continued disdain for the individuality and intelligence of women. You will continue to advance the theory that all these women were misled about you because you actually believe they are not smart enough, couldn't possibly be smart enough, to reach their own conclusion about you. Women are fools to be tricked for you, so it is no surprise that you have no ability to see them as anything but.

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case.

People see through you. Multiple, intelligent, individual people.

Now talk about a clique some more, scatter a bunch of useless words around that, and give everyone more reason to shake their heads in wonder that people still fall for your act.
 
Dear FF,

You were my favorite cowriter, a wonderful woman, and I was fortunate to know you. I'm a difficult and obstinate man and I made mistakes. You deserve all the anger you have towards me.

But I'm sorry.

Our threads are still my favorite threads.

Our talks are still my favorite talks.

And I have waited much too long to give you the apology that you were due.

-LI
 
The One I Knew and Loved:

I was there for you when your man wasn't around when I could. I was still your daddi. Yet in the back of my mind I was suspicious of how it would end. I thought we were friends. I thought we still had love for one another. Yet again, you have proven the woman I loved was a facade. Now that I am facing the worst situation of my life so far I can't even call you. I feel used and abused and fooled. I know now that NOTHING is what it seems. I also know that this time I have no way out. Nor do I have someone to talk to that understands.....umderstands me. I am.so glad that "family" in any retrospect is the same. I know better know. And again.i thank you!
 
Hey dipshit:

Believe it or not, you are NOT the hottest shit around, nor is your business anything special. In fact, with its archaic computer system, no straightforward sales system, apparently fast and high staff turnover, and fucking ugly, lazy, and poorly set up lab, your precious shop is one of the worst I've seen. And your high-pressure tactics on staff DO NOT fly with me. All your goalpost-moving, loudness, threats and shit hours only served to make it VERY clear that while I love my work I DO NOT WANT TO WORK FOR YOU. You are damn lucky I considered you at all.

Furthermore, you need to pay your fucking staff properly. Just because some people will work for 12 bucks an hour doesn't mean everyone should. You aren't gonna get or keep quality staff that way. You and your nasty little shop can kiss my ass.
 
I am so perplexed at the moment. Words are our strength yet somehow we define things like "special" differently.

I was on a journey with you, years we have laughed and cried , we've argued and boasted. Even with time sliding between our conversations, coming back to hugging arms was always like coming home.

Our journey has taken our friendship and to new adventures. Each adventure seeming like a magical trip for just the two of us. Our secret, our box away from reality of the worlds we're in.

But just as the glow shines its brightest on what should be a momentous journey. I find that the trips in the past were simply repeats. My special status became simply another to a line of those who'd shared similar trips.

How could i have missed this? I have no room for jealousy. that's not what this is about. It's about living in a bubble thinking that this was just ours.

I remember words , but never do i remember the conversation of belonging to a harem.

I wish i could find the words to express the hurt that i feel. Perhaps its simply that i was clueless and I feel like a fool. I never had a problem sharing my cookies. But i've always known i was.
 
All the mouth breathing fuckwits who think sending random, one line PMs is a good idea,

No . Knowing how much you've 'enjoyed' my photos isn't something I want to know.

Ever.

Neither do I need to know where you were at the time of 'enjoyment' nor how many times you've 'enjoyed' yourself.

We will never speak on Yahoo or kik or anywhere else.

I've had a bad day so I'll make this brief.

What you do? Borders on harassment. It's not sexy. It's not exciting. It's gross.

So stop it!!
 
Whoever is getting ripped a new one in this thread, It makes me very glad I apologized to nice people I had offended. Don't start shit with people and most won't start shit with you, a good lesson learned now to use what I've learned daily. An open accepting mind is far better than a closed none accepting one. Sad thing is knew this before and still was an overbearing obnoxious ass. Sucks to learn something the hard way, but often it's very effective and you're really better off for it. I like this open letter thread a lot of things get aired out it seems, I feel better utilizing it and hopefully others can see I'm not jerk I acted like for a few days. I know time will tell if I convince others this is actually true, one can only hope being that hope is what keeps me going each day. Take care of yourselves ya'll, good to have met many intelligent people on Lit. The majority of the women here are far from unintelligent, one mistake of thinking they're not I'll not make again, being that several words of advice really got my attention. And especially by one guy that really had me pegged you know who you are.
 
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For ... you know who you are ...

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Dear Fishie
No one makes me feel so proud of my writing like you do, even if only for a moment.
"The City that Vail built" makes me smile every day since you said it.
The City and I can not express our thanks.
-Vail

Thanks?

Just read AND write.

:rose:
 
This is neither addressed to, nor written with regard to anyone at Lit. :rose:

Dear,

Because I think you'll ask me again. You say you won't, but you will - once more, maybe. Maybe it'll be six months down the road, maybe it'll be a year or two or five. You'll be feeling lonely or neglected or restless, and your thoughts will turn to him. If you talk to me, this is what I'm going to say.

He isn't what you thought he was. You know this. You've known it for a long time, and you're sure enough about it that you've told me, more than once - always after you let him back into your life. You always regret letting him back into your life, I wish you'd remember that. He is not kind, he is ingratiating. He is unbelievably needy. He is deeply insecure, which makes him unbearably passive-aggressive. He is not a friend - does he have friends? He is ridiculously guarded, and we've talked about why that might be. He is damaged. Everyone is damaged, yes - but there are things you don't know about him, and are afraid to ask. Think about that.

He doesn't love you, for all of his emphatic declarations ad nauseam. You know this, too. Flattery is nice, but he doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you. He is obsessed with what he thinks you will be to him, and because he thinks you will love him for what he is. I strongly suspect that he doesn't know what love is.

Also, there is something wrong, there. You mentioned it one time and then never again, but I will say it and keep saying it, if you ask me about him again. I haven't forgotten. There are things wrong. He sure doesn't like it when you put your foot down, either, does he? Think you'd be happy with him? Really?

He is bad for you. He makes you miserable after thirty seconds in his company. You have friends, you have people who love you. That memory you cling to is a lie - you know it. Let it go. Let him go, and don't let him back in. He wants nothing good for you, he can offer you nothing, and you owe him nothing. It's time.

You don't disagree with any of this. There's nothing else to say.

xo
 
This is neither addressed to, nor written with regard to anyone at Lit. :rose:

Dear,

Because I think you'll ask me again. You say you won't, but you will - once more, maybe. Maybe it'll be six months down the road, maybe it'll be a year or two or five. You'll be feeling lonely or neglected or restless, and your thoughts will turn to him. If you talk to me, this is what I'm going to say.

He isn't what you thought he was. You know this. You've known it for a long time, and you're sure enough about it that you've told me, more than once - always after you let him back into your life. You always regret letting him back into your life, I wish you'd remember that. He is not kind, he is ingratiating. He is unbelievably needy. He is deeply insecure, which makes him unbearably passive-aggressive. He is not a friend - does he have friends? He is ridiculously guarded, and we've talked about why that might be. He is damaged. Everyone is damaged, yes - but there are things you don't know about him, and are afraid to ask. Think about that.

He doesn't love you, for all of his emphatic declarations ad nauseam. You know this, too. Flattery is nice, but he doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you. He is obsessed with what he thinks you will be to him, and because he thinks you will love him for what he is. I strongly suspect that he doesn't know what love is.

Also, there is something wrong, there. You mentioned it one time and then never again, but I will say it and keep saying it, if you ask me about him again. I haven't forgotten. There are things wrong. He sure doesn't like it when you put your foot down, either, does he? Think you'd be happy with him? Really?

He is bad for you. He makes you miserable after thirty seconds in his company. You have friends, you have people who love you. That memory you cling to is a lie - you know it. Let it go. Let him go, and don't let him back in. He wants nothing good for you, he can offer you nothing, and you owe him nothing. It's time.

You don't disagree with any of this. There's nothing else to say.

xo


I had a reaction to this.
 
I will miss our talks. You were my sounding board, and really eased a lot of the pain and confusion I had been feeling. If it weren't for you I don't think I would have made it through that particularly tough time in my life. I don't know what happened when I left, but I really do miss you. If only you knew. I miss making extra at dinner just so I could bring it to you the next day. Wherever you are I hope you are safe, happy, and sound.

Belvino
 
A big, fat eraser

On the rare occasion, I feel this mood coming on and I am helpless to stop it. If I am smart, I hibernate and don't talk to anyone. This time i was a fuckwit and made a bit of a mess. I am sorry. But it's kind of a sad little word, yes?

I resolve to be smarter, laugh more, and write less...if you forgive me.:eek:
 
Dear you (her) and him...

I am SO glad you found each other. And so very glad that love blossomed. I know it will take a deep root within, and grow. I just know it will. I have faith in that... You are both wonderful people... funny, compassionate, sweet, and so deserving to be together...

I know I already said it once, but I am SO GLAD YOU FOUND EACH OTHER...

:rose::heart:

Rain...

*Into one's life, a little rain must fall*
I'm glad that little bit of rain caused love to grow....
 
Dear You,

Well aren't you a breath of fresh air!

Even if we never talk again, I wanted to thank you. You did something amazing. Made me laugh when I was so angry. And made me laugh at myself. Broke the spell.

You're a keeper. :cattail:
 
To they who must not be named;

pushes in a huge wheelbarrow piled high with attention

dumps it in the middle of the room


There.

That ought to be enough for you for a couple of days.

nods satisfactorily and skips out
 
To they who must not be named;

pushes in a huge wheelbarrow piled high with attention

dumps it in the middle of the room


There.

That ought to be enough for you for a couple of days.

nods satisfactorily and skips out

Sneaks in stealing a tiny parcel of said attention. hugs it stuffs it in a pocket carefully before Stealth Ravening back out.
 
Sneaks in stealing a tiny parcel of said attention. hugs it stuffs it in a pocket carefully before Stealth Ravening back out.

Follows him silently hand slipping into his pocket to steal a tiny portion of his giggling as she does so...
 
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