An extended response to the last riot on the riot board, and because I wanted to reword the post I deleted from a few days ago.
Apparently y'all are not aware of how deeply offended I am by the notion of pity, or either you are aware, and you're deliberately trying to piss me off. Pity is the ultimate insult, more greivous than any fun to be made at my expense, and there is no hatred more ossified than mine towards the suggestion of pity. Because pity implies that you think I'm not capable of handling my situation, so you think you're doing me a favor by feeling sorry for me instead of telling me straight what you think. Well I don't accept favors. If I wanted it, I could play that card, I've got a great hand for it, but your pity isn't what I seek. So don't ask me little trivial pleasantries when you know I know you're only patronizing me. Don't laugh at me when I'm not funny; that doesn't bother me - what bothers me is people pretending to laugh because they think I'm so weak as to be hurt by one bomb joke. Or because they want to get in my pants - I intend to take full advantage of my good looks, but I've never relied on that solely. I get by on my initiative, not gifts or favors or pity. Everything I have is something I've earned, and everything anybody gets from me is something they've earned, good or bad. Everybody I deal with by choice is somebody I respect for one reason or another, and I should think that everybody who chooses to have dealings with me does so out of respect for some attribute of mine, or at least because they like me on some level, but never do I want people around to talk to me just out of pity. What good does pity do? It's a waste of your time and mine. Go ahead and hate me, ridicule me, make ass fun of me and call me a jerk, I don't care, just don't think for a second that I deserve the slightest amount of pity from you. If it's pity you feel, then I'd prefer you stay away from me rather than have the brutalized audacity to come into my own house and insult me. So leave this pitiful wretch to wallow, if you think that's what I am, and we'll both be better off.
Wrote half a poem in this vein a while back, take a gander:
http://www.stopbytheoffice.bravehost.com/dontpray.html
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