The many uses of face-to-face communication.

If you want conversation, we can talk.
If you want a sympathetic ear, let's get in the car, I'll drive, then we can talk.
If you want an opinion, be open-minded about whatever I'm going to say, and we can talk.
If you want me to know you, tell me about yourself as we talk.
If you want to know me, listen and observe as I talk.
If you want me to know what you're feeling, the direct approach works best as we talk.
If you want to know what I'm feeling, ply me with alcohol, and be prepared for long pauses as I struggle to get over my natural reticence about letting others know exactly how I think and what I think about...and just let me talk.

The unwashed masses are among us.

This is to all of you who use public washrooms and yet somehow gain amnesia when it comes to flushing:

You have no place in the civilised world. I hope you get rabies, you and your ilk. If you defecate like a dog, then die like a dog.

You are entitled to yell at me if it's my fault.

Unless, of course, it's not.


And if it isn't but you insist that it is, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND EVISCERATE YOU. I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB AND FEED YOUR BODY TO THE CROWS. I WILL HUNT DOWN EVERY ONE OF YOUR DIRECT LIVING RELATIVES AND DESTROY THEM. I WILL HUNT DOWN EVERY LAST ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS OR ASSOCIATES WHO ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT YOU, AND OBLITERATE THEM FROM EXISTENCE. I WILL ENSURE THAT THERE WILL BE NO ONE ON THIS GOD-FORSAKEN EARTH TO EVER, EVER MOURN YOUR PASSING.

I tolerate no false witness.

Epiphany #4

I can't change who I am. The best I can do is suppress the negative parts of me through forced introspection and rationalisation.