This post has been sitting in my draft for a month or two already. I would've posted it, save for the fact that I was on blog hiatus in the interim. But for what's it worth, here it goes.
For all the blustering and bravado the you exude, you're pretty much a rotten reason for a human being.
Dude, I know you're smart. You never fail to crow about it. But believe you me, you pretty much fail in in the people-smarts department. You might as well just be a walking brain with a lumbering ZERO emotional quotient. And please, don't give me the that's-how-I-am-take-it-or-leave-it song and dance number. That's such a pathetic excuse.
Admit it. You're just lazy to strive to be a better person. Then again, I don't blame you. There are actually some people who condone the verbal and emotional abuse you heap on them. I pity them.
No, wait let me revise that.
I pity you.
I pity you because it gives you the false feeling that the world revolves around you. Well, news flash here: it doesn't work that way. You should never treat people like your personal doormat just to over-inflate your ego that already bursting at the seams. It reeks of deep-seated insecurities that no amount of boorishness can ever cover up. It's disgusting behavior, really.
But what's more disgusting is that I actually indulged it, albeit for a couple of weeks. At first, I thought it was your way of trying to push the limits of human debasement. I did try to play your game, only to find out that it wasn't a game at all. I should've read the writing on the wall right from the very start. It was clearly written in bold letters, and it read like this:
Seriously, I just want to bash myself in the head for missing it.
I may not be Mr. Perfect, nor Mr. Goody-Goody, but you, unkind sir, are definitely one for the books.
As a final rejoiner, let me reiterate it once more: I've never met such a rotten reason for a human being. And I pray to the good Lord Almighty I never do again.