OK....a little background (for our readers out in Cyberwow.) I finally confronted Atlas about his lying and arrogance yesterday (For more information, please see post entitled Could you give me the name of a good doctor?) What follows are the stupid and dead horse beating emails that followed. Grab your muckraking boots 'cause it's about to get deep in here.
So, then after I told him that I didn't trust him because he lies constantly, he sent me an email in which he complained about me bumping him from my Top Friends on my Myspace page. WTF? Anyway, so I called him out on it via an email. (In other words, I opened an enormous can of worms.) The Great Email Debate of '08 follows. The lilac are mine. The shit brown are his.
Are you serious? Do you really think that where someone falls on a Myspace page is the most significant thing going on around here right now? Is it THAT important to you? Because if it is, that's really quite sad. If it would make you feel better, I can change your position when I get the opportunity. Tell me, Atlas, exactly what number would you like to be? I'd hate to disappoint you. Given everything else, that you would be most concerned with your position on my Myspace page seems quite absurd, but really, what else can I expect at this point? Anything else I can do to stroke your ego?
Eh, I deleted my account. That blog bullshit pissed me off. The placing was more a joke than anything. I have enough stress in my life...too much really. London is sounding more and more inviting these days.
What blog bullshit? As I have no fucking blog on Myspace, it can't be that. So PLEASE tell me what blog bullshit you're referring to? Yes, I've a blog. But as you haven't read it, I find it curious that it could piss you off. But I guess that know-it-all narcissists don't have to actually read anything, they just KNOW. As for London, I hope you find peace there. I REALLY do, but take it from someone who knows, changing locations doesn't change everything and usually doesn't change anything, because sadly, when you move you take you there.
I dont deny any of that. The light at the end of my tunnel thats supposed to inspire hope...is probably a train heading right for me.
So at this point some less than productive texting happened in which he asked that I just send him an email explaining why I was so upset. I told him I'd gladly do that if he could answer one simple question: what about a blog you've never read could piss you off? He refused to answer (of course). So, I told him that it was so typical of him to only play the game if he got to make up all the rules as it goes along. Then the emails started again...
Oh, I didn't realize. Won't happen again. Sorry.
How could you not? I asked you to tell me why you're so pissed about a blog you haven't read. It's one simple question. You want me to write you an email explaining everything that's happened to me since Saturday. And yet you won't answer one simple question. The rules are always do what Atlas wants done and if whatever you ask in return is something he'd planned to do anyway he'll do it, otherwise, no dice. It's a very one-sided relationship to be a part of. Contrary to what you think, you do not answer questions directly. You are impossible to understand. There is nothing straight forward about you. No matter what you're asked, you will beat around the proverbial bush until the original question has been forgotten. And that includes menial shit, like the weather. So, why, you ask did I not just ask you whatever I was curious about? Because I knew you wouldn't answer me. You NEVER answer anything. Why is that?
Feel better? I dont. If Im such a fucking monster, then why'd you bother?
It's just all so typical. I never said you were a monster. And NOTHING I wrote indicates that I feel that way. But as is the way with you, of course you didn't respond to anything I brought up. Instead, you made a big blanket statement that in no way addresses the points I mentioned.
I really am curious. Why do you do that? Why can't we get to the heart of what this is all about? Why are you unable to give me a single, straight forward reply?And really, Atlas, the old "woe is me" routine?
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?
For you to say one honest and genuine thing to me.
I miss the way we were.
I don't even know exactly what that means. I think I'm not entirely sure what was real and what was artificial. This is what I mean when I say I don't often understand you. That's what this boils down to. There are so many things I don't know and not knowing them coupled with your history of lies and half-truths makes me suspect.
Oh, that was a reply? I thought it was an attack? As with most of your 'replies'. Youll contest that, but I could easily argue my point. We had an interesting kinship, period. Its clear youve set on about a certain mindset, and are only carrying on now to get some sort of satisfaction from my demise. Which I think is kind of sinister, as Ive never interacted with you in malice. Again, youll ask how Ive come to say this. Im just past giving a fuck.
You would easily argue your point if you had one, but you don't, so you can't. You will, however, go around and around acting as if you might have something of merit to say because in the past, when you have dealt with people who just thought you sounded really smart, that has worked. I however, grow weary of it all and don't think you sound so much smart as you do vague, which you do, I will admit, with masterful skill. I will be honest with you and tell you that at this point I don't know that I believe anything you have ever said to me. I would like to, but you've given me no real reason to think anything you've said is honest. But really, you're past the point of giving a fuck, so what's it matter? With that said, it was what it was, n'est pas?
Please elaborate.
And that's where we are now? So much to discuss. Hard to decide where to start. AND, when I reread this, I realize I sound quite bitchy, but really, there is SO much more involved here. SO MANY LIES!
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