I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't mind empowering you, but I don't think I can. I don't know if you can either.
The fact is, anyone who gets inside your head will hurt you whether they mean to or not. It's apparently a very painful place for you alone, let alone allowing anyone else in.
It is my nature to try to assist people in positive thought processes. I don't think of it the same way you do. I can ignore you for the most part but if you say something I find compelling enough to respond, I will. This time you started commenting on something I'd said, so I thought I'd try to discuss it with you.
I've called you a lot of things.
I don't take any of them back.
I don't intend to hurt you with them, nor did I at the time. If a forceful conversation which you willingingly participate in will damage you so, why undertake it? I was rather sickened by some of the ideas you presented.
You see it's weird to me.
I will call it as I see it you see. It's not with the intention to harm. It's with the intention of brutal honesty. It's with the intention of crushing denial. I see now.
You have become your denial. So when I try to crush it, you take it as trying to crush you.
Damn that is sad bro.
You see, I just want to crush it because I think IT is what hurts you, and to you it's what keeps you alive. Hmmm. That's harsh. I'm not sure what to tell you. I go on the presumption that if you have to accept such lies to yourself, you're so detached from clarity that there is no point. I mean you, me, anyone. I try to be as plain about things as possible. In my lexicon, if I called you a pussy, and I do remember using the term but not the context, that's saying "you are getting played like a weak punk". Generally I feel "hope the brother can figure out depunkification", and will lend a hand if possible. Your vehemence though, pissed me off, so I was harsh with the words. I don't bottle my annoyance. I express it.
I do not apologize for cursing at your annoyingly frustrating ass. But if you think about it for a minute, you'll realize that you cannot annoy me. I can only be annoyed by you... so any frustration I vent at you is MY problem. You're making it yours. I understand people can push, but it's when you hold onto it that to me, is a problem. Kind of stands in contradiction of your hippy wannabe thing, just for the record.
anyway, get over yourself, ass. hehe. don't you see that you're projecting your shit all over the place!!?!?! we all are. you see the world through your disgust of bullies. it colors anything you allow it to, which apparently any time something doesn't go your way, it becomes an immediate candidate for a fresh new spray paint of the lovely, xenophobic "I don't have to respect that piece of trash, so now I'm free to hurt IT (not him or her)", kind of color.
i see the world through this big balance thing that's hard as hell to explain because it's one massive inter-related whack job of a reality. i'm fascinated by lots of stuff. I'm fairly confident about what I do and how I'll be recieved by people. I'm wrong sometimes and forgive myself for it. I bask in the beauty of my flaws and those around me. I bask in how perfect it is, the grand balance. too fucking cool how it all seems to work to me. sometimes it's tragic as fuck too.
I figure you have a choice though usually.. since the choice between beauty and tragedy is often arbitrary, when possible... choose beauty - but don't bullshit yourself about it the fact that tragedy could be an unfortunate event away.