That’s cute. So much to say, and so many places to begin.
First, to lavenderviolet. You’re flattering me. I’ve obviously been on your radar for a while. You went into my posting past, and dug up some “examples” of me being a prick to the female parental unit in the past.
Your first link was a joke. I ate the salami and it was fine. It was frozen and wrapped up just fine. I was merely making light of the situation. Either you didn’t find it funny, I simply didn’t bring the funny, it wasn’t funny to begin with, or you’ve got no sense of humor at all. For the sake of argument, we’ll throw out the two extremes and assume that it simply just wasn’t very funny, which is fine. My name in your file must also have a flatulence section in it because you had to do some excavation to get my anecdote about her rectal eruptions in the bean soup aftermath. This, also, was an amusing story, especially in light of that old thread.
Cherrypicking some quotes and creating a nice story in between is pretty nice and admirable. Very nice of you to come on your high, white horse and come to the rescue. Unfortunately, I don’t care about what you’ve got to say. Say whatever makes you feel good. You’re the one that opened the thread. Make this great rage that you feel worth it.
As to some of the details of what’s gone on between my mother and myself, I think I’ll say that it’s not so much of your business. Believe it or not (and it’ll be met with a resounding “not”) I have my reasons to feel some animosity towards my mother. I will, however, say that it’s not one of those cats-and-dogs relationships where we’re constantly fighting and miserable. There are some good times, there are some bad times, and there were certainly some bad times in the past. In a nutshell, I know that my mother doesn’t wish any harm upon me, but she’s had some peculiar ways of showing it.
I sincerely don’t care what you, the people of the Dope do ultimately think of me. I won’t say that you can’t judge me, because that’s a damned lie. You already have. Hell, you can think I’m making the entire thing up and that I’m a miserable person that only thinks of himself, but that would go against a lot of my posting history.
Well, this is certainly the darker side of the Dope. I’m glad it’s here, for miscellaneous reasons, but it gets downright sad at times.
Even crazier than this is the fun Snark Pitting. I didn’t even know it existed until someone recently told me about it. People come here…to bitch and whine about a lot of things in the Pit, and then they have another anonymous message board about it, too? The mind boggles.
You may now resume Pitting me for things that you don’t hold complete understanding about.
