(you can tell because when i'm enraged i use only small letters; this is for emphasis)
he's probably my closest friend, but so needy...
well there's no more coddling. he doesn't need coddling. he's not confused. he's conflicted.
no more... so angry... his little self-centered world has gradually been sucking my planet into what looks like could well be a black hole. there's no way i will allow myself to get any nearer to the event horizon.
for an infuriated moment i am so angry that i'm using the smallest letters i can type.
there will be no more accomodating of his "feelings". (insert euphemism of choice here) his little "feelings". What about the feelings of others?
full disclosure: i do not hate him. just angry at him. tough-love kind of thing. this means no more enabling.
notice that i'm not using any exclamation points? exactly. that's just how angry and annoyed and done-with-it-all that i am.
in further expression of this morning anger and feeling of being so-fed-up, i will now find and post a picture of a daisy, which in this context, is the universal symbol of barely-controlled righteous anger.
here it is:
okay now i need to listen to some soothing Killswitch Engage or some-such music so I can calm down.
after that, however, no more coddling...
to my friend: you present some self-serving (ieoch) to me, and I am kicking your (ieoch) and showing you the door.
thank you.
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