I just got the best psycho comment on one of my posts from someone from my past. The person chose to remain anonymous (because it is easier to be an asshole when you don’t spew forth your name with your bile), using only the tag “Whatever” as their name. Well, I’ve known a lot of people both with major chips on their shoulders and with disconnects in reasoning, so I don’t know who the hate mailer is.
The whole rant was psychologically fascinating and the holier-than-thou words ended up projecting the very sin they accused me of committing: being a hypocrite and promoting some kind of righteous path through my writings and photos. Yikes. If they had actually read my blog – more than a post or two – well, let’s just say, they don’t get me at all. At all.
Very sad. I don’t think I’ve ever claimed to be someone worth following morally or otherwise. I still bake with sugar, I don’t recycle my own poop, I have a leather belt, and the list goes on… I try my best, but I am a highly imperfect soul and will be so until the day I return to the soil.
I hope, angry person, that you can move on, wash the evil biatch that you think I am out of your hair, and stop anonymous hating. You serve no purpose other than to give me something to write about…