This is another one of those posts I have to make to someone, who will read it and know what it means, but to the rest of you, it must remain a secret. Once more, I hope it’s at least interesting reading. I have a fascination with words that sting. The idea that putting sentences together just so can reach out and, I dunno, poison a persons mind. Maybe I read to much Robert Chambers, but it’s been a fascination for a while.
SO. Now I know you’re watching. That’s good, because for the longest time, I sat here waiting, wondering if you’d be watching or not. No, the friend I was bitching about in my first Bite thread is not who you thought it was. But you asking around town about who you thought it might be clued me in that I have you as a bit of a captive audience. It doesn’t go both ways. I’ve made no effort to keep tabs on you- I haven’t read anything about you on the Net since the first week. But some info has come across my desk, and I figured it would only be fair if I let you know what I know- and I suppose, you’ll be able to figure out where I heard it, too. And this is the first thing. I know you’ve been watching.
I know.
I know all about you and the…visitor from another country. I wasn’t supposed to, but then, you’ve never been good at lying to my face. So yes, I know he existed. But that’s just the beginning. I also heard all about his visit. Saw him a couple of times, in fact. I know he didn’t stay long. I know that he said all kinds of…wonderful…things to his friends about you, and that he never again had a kind word to say to you directly. I know you tried to hide that- took measures to make it look like he never existed. I know how devestated you were- I know who you cried to. I know how much you wanted thing back the way they were. I don’t. I know it’s never going to happen.
I know.
I know what you did to the dog. Or rather, what you didn’t do. I know how thin she was, I know why, and I know where she ended up. I know the police came looking for you over it. Now I know you’re slime.
I know.
I know about the pants. Yeah, the pants. Nobody else needs to know about that story, but in the future, maybe you want to keep more than one pair on hand- you know, for emergencies? People getting called for strange requests like that can’t help but wonder, can’t help but talk…
I know.
I even know about those 2 days in a row you got sent home from work. I know exactly why. And here’s the funny thing- most people at work know too. Not cause I told them. In fact, you might say I was the last one to find out. Kinda ironic, huh? Nevertheless, me and a bunch of buddies had a great big laugh over it.
I know this, and I know a whole lot more.
So there. This bite, like the other, has two fangs:
One, you can’t keep these things from me. I know just how crappy things have been- and it’s been even crappier than you thought it was- cause now you know you can’t trust one of your friends. Do you know which one?
And the second- things have been going supremely great for me. I’ll have a newer, better job soon, I’m starting school in a few days, the car is paid off, life is sunshine and roses. I can’t say too much, there’s a certain girl who might be pissed off if she knew I was sharing all this with you. How sweet it is. Getting this venom out of me makes it all the sweeter.
You know, I was very fond of this person…
It almost seems cruel that you would say this.
But I guess you aren’t willing to share more of the details?
-Thirst
Hey, I remember messages like these.
Oh… the ICQ days…
What is ICQ?
-Thirst
ICQ = I seek you = Instant messenger.
This sort of message reminds me of the status messages I used to see. Where like… couples would break up and get mad and stuff.
Basically one sided arguments. They’re funny cause you can just sort of guess at what the other side might say in defense.
… I always enjoyed reading status messages. We should have status messages at ILP…
"Xanderman will be off hunting red pineapple monkeys in the Himmalayas for the next 2 months… "
“Gobbo is likely around if you post something”
Message bombs Gobbo. There. That’s what YOU get for having your IP on your profile.
lol… message bombs. I remember how I used to drop Trojans so i could hack open people’s CD drives.
Now I drop different Trojans (whoooaaaaa drum roll)
Ah but seriously folks…
Wait… actually, you wern’t being serious right?
Yeah yeah, that’s basically the attitude I was going for, Gobbo!
I might also note that a defense from the wrong person can be even more stinging than a condemnation from the right person.
The mystery continues…
The drama goes on.
What would life be like without it? Boring I tell you.
So if an atheist like me defended Christianity, it wouldn’t count?
Or is it more of a character issue?
-Thirst