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Sunday, November 9, 2008

the time that we kill keeps us alive

Since this has happened on more than one occassion, with more than one person, I feel I am entitled to be angry about this.

When I say that you don't care that I'm angry at you and you tell me you do, because you don't like people being mad at you or some variation thereof, that makes me possibly ten times angrier than I was originally.

Because that says to me that you don't care that I'm upset, you care that I'm upset with you. As though any person out there in the universe being mad at you is somehow throwing off your cosmic balance or karma or whatnot.

When someone is mad at me, I could care less, unless they are someone I actually care about. And I care not because they are mad at me, but because they are someone I actually care about and I care about their feelings.

So what is it? Is it male thing? Because all of the people who have ever said this to me have been men. And if it is, am I right about the cosmic balance thing? Does it have something to do with your precious egos? Or do you just not have the balls to admit that you give a damn about my feelings.