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Post by Κομμα on Jan 5, 2011 10:20:56 GMT 7
Idea totally stolen from the anonymous letters thread in Basil's journal. Please forgiveth me! -bow-
But... for the record, any angry letters in here, please don't assume it's you. Please don't ask if I'm talking about you. Odds are, I'm not. I like everyone, everyone on this site better than anyone I know in real life these days. And I would really advise that you don't accuse me of complaining about you, because I don't like presumptuous accusations. They make me kinda angry. I have to face them a lot in real life because everyone seems to assume that if I'm acting the least bit off, it automatically means that I'm "in a bad mood" or "angry." And I don't appreciate it.
But anyway, pretty straightforward. Anonymous letters for ranting and/or nonranting. My Muses may borrow the thread occasionally as well. Anyone who wants to may borrow it. I don't mind. I have no issues with people posting in my journal ever, I'm just paranoid of posting in other people's journals myself >_>
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 5, 2011 10:34:04 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
Knock it off. All right? Just cut it out. You're just looking for attention. I've seen in thousands of times before. In teenagers, in adults, in people of all ages, but it's childish. You're just posting those statuses looking to make people feel bad for you, to guilt trip everyone, and it works on some people, sure, but it just makes those with real problems feel all the worse.
You're second on everyone's list unless someone needs something? Hardly anyone asks for anything from you because you always huff and puff about it like a spoiled brat when they ask you for anything! You're the one who guilts people into doing things for you. And you definitely seem to come before me on everyone's priority list. I'd comment on your status myself, but I know I'd just get told off.
What I'd like to say to you is that even if you are only second, you should be grateful for it. Second is a pretty damn high number. Your kids are kinda busy with their own kids, though, hun. Those grandchildren that you loooove so much. Me, I'd love to be considered second, but lately it seems like I'm counted last. I live in the center of everything, and yet I'm always the last to know about things. You live in town and you know everything before me. You have loving children who care about you, but you can't expect everyone to devote every waking second of their lives to your happiness.
Be happy with what you have, because it's a hell of a lot more than what a lot of others have. You've got family who loves you, you've got two of the sweetest grandkids in the world, you've got daughters and a son who often put your happiness and well-being high above theirs, you have your own house, you have a ton of friends. With all the guilt trips you try to lay on all of them, I honestly can't believe that you have so much. It baffles me. I'm stuck here running out of family and friends one by one, with nothing but my nephews to give me strength so I can keep holding on. I'm last on nearly everyone's list, but do I complain? Do I try to lay guilt trips on people? No. I'm grateful for what I have, little though it may be, because I know that I have more than a lot of people. I'm eighteen and I understand that. You're thirty- or forty-something years older than me and you don't seem to care.
I don't get why people like you get so much. Get everything you want through guilting and conning your own friends and family and they still adore you, yet you're still not happy with it. I personally don't believe you deserve half of what you have. I'd kill to have even an eighth of what you have, and I'd be grateful for every bit of it, but I guess since I'm a little too nice to go laying guilt trips on people I care about, even though they do annoy me often times lately, I'm not getting anything special. I'm stuck being last to everything else, while you're second.
Get your goddamn priorities straight. Be grateful for what you have, and maybe I'll be a little more civil with you.
Sincerely,
An annoyed acquaintance.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 5, 2011 10:37:20 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
You baffle me sometimes with how often you seem to change boyfriends, but so far, this one seems like a keeper. If you dump him because he's "too nice," then you seriously need to be bitch-slapped. Just saying.
And yes, we totally need to do drunken Twister again. Maybe we can start discussing when after Gwen's born.
Sincerely,
A sometimes-sorta-friend-type-person.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 6, 2011 10:29:04 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
Come on already! Please? We really wanna meet you. Really really. You better not try to be a month overdo like I was. That's just plain not a good idea. Of course, we have no objections to you getting here on time. We haven't had one yet that has.
Just keep on going. Stay healthy. I don't want to face anything bad happening. None of us do. This needs to be a good year to make up for all the bad ones lately, and what better way to start it off than with you?
Sincerely,
An impatient person
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 6, 2011 13:03:07 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
I wish I could be there. I know nothing I can say online would help anything, and maybe nothing I could say in person would, but I know from personal experience that someone just being there can help.
I've got to learn to drive. I can't go see anyone without being able to drive. All my best friends are out of state, which is sort of far for walking distance. Gotta call my aunt soon and take her up on her driving lesson offer.
I'll learn to drive, and ye shan't be able to get rid of me. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! Well, provided I don't get lost trying to find my way to another state. Knowing me... yeah. I'll just have to find someone to drag along as a navigator.
Anyway, yeah. I do wish I could be there to help. I really do.
Sincerely,
A concerned friend.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 7, 2011 16:07:11 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
I f---ing hate you. It's your fault she's miserable, it's your fault she's stressed out, and it's going to be your fault if anything goes wrong. We'd be more than willing to sue you if anything does. Sue you right out of practice, right out of your cozy little home, right out of your expensive car. Are your patients just more money to you? Dollars to line your pockets? Forget suing you. I don't want to sue you. I want to meet you and crush your skull with a fire extinguisher, you f---ing prick.
She's in LABOR for f-ck's sake. And you sent her home? Having excruciating contractions, with the baby's heart-rate elevated, when she would have been much better off in the hospital under observation. All you did was tell her in exceedingly polite terms to suck it up. Actually, I don't even know what terms you used, given you couldn't even be bothered to come in the f---ing room and see your patient yourself.
Your job requires that you care, which you don't. You've got no business practicing anywhere and would be better off dead, dismembered, and thrown into various oceans. Maybe that seems a little extreme to you, but not to me. Stress isn't good on pregnancy, and do you have any idea how much stress you're putting on her? On any of your patients you do this to? I hope one of them sues you one day, I really do. Sues you or kills you.
You don't deserve the money you drain from their pockets. You don't DO anything. You're not a doctor, you're a f-cking con artist with a degree. That's all you are, and don't expect any respect from me if I'm ever given the displeasure of meeting you.
Sincerely,
A VERY disgruntled aunt.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 8, 2011 12:42:41 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
I wish you would just leave me alone. I wish you'd let me live my life in peace without making me worry about every little thing that has happened, is happening, or could happen. I'd like to be carefree sometimes, but you can't let me, can you? You think it's my duty to worry about every little problem in the world, even things that don't even concern me, then you make me belittle my own issues so I'm afraid to even talk to anyone about them.
It's your fault that I need therapy. Unfortunately, I don't even have the money for that. So I'm stuck! I hate it, I hate you, and I just wish I could be normal, but because of you, I can't. I have to be timid and afraid and just wish that I could talk to people, because I won't be able to for as long as you're around.
Thanks for making me a f-cking involuntary social recluse.
Sincerely,
That person whose life you're ruining.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 9, 2011 11:36:26 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
Thank you for at least being a bit better than your partner. I still don't understand the point of waiting until thirty-nine weeks to induce when thirty-eight is considered safe, but at least you took the time to actually come into the room and discuss everything. I can respect you for that.
I hope you're on duty at thirty-nine weeks instead of the asshole. If he is, the idea of bashing his head in with a fire extinguisher doesn't sound any less appealing today than it did two days ago, so he'd do best to steer clear.
Sincerely,
A somewhat calmer aunt.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 10, 2011 4:16:32 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
You're waiting for it to snow, aren't you? I bet that's exactly what you're doing. Waiting for eight inches of snow to be on the ground first.
I can't decide yet if that's going to make me laugh or panic. Perhaps both. Huzzah for hysterics?
Sincerely,
Heavy sigh.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 10, 2011 7:44:00 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
So you get annoyed when anyone else leaves the room while you've taken over the TV; but when someone else feels like playing videogames for a few minutes, you go huffing and puffing off into your room.
And you say you hate double standards? Hyyyypocrite.
Sincerely,
Mildly annoyed.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 12, 2011 14:22:21 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
You took me seriously when I said it was going to happen on 1/11/11, didn't you? You little minion. Well, you may not be binary, but you're not going to be able to escape your snow title. MUAHAHAHAHA.
>_>
Yeah. I'm getting tired. I get goofy when I'm tired, as I'm sure you'll learn. You're not getting tired. You're doing lots of moving and baffling everyone. I hope you're not nocturnal like I am. Take my word for it, it's not worth the trouble.
Sincerely,
A rather drowsy aunt.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 12, 2011 14:25:15 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
I kinda wish you could be here. Weird, huh? I have a feeling you'd make me worry a lot less.
And you didn't get on AIM D<
Sincerely,
Grrrr.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 15, 2011 11:52:17 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
You know... I think I hate you. I don't want to sugarcoat it. I don't want to sweeten it. I just want to tell you the blunt, straight truth. There's no point trying to beat around it. I hate you and if I could go back to when the Earth was still flat according to cartographers and throw you off its edge, I would. Your own children dislike you, and you've brought it upon yourself at this point.
And how dare you try to lay a guilt trip on them for wanting to spend a little alone time with their new daughter? How dare you get huffy just because you have to come home? I don't care how fucking depressed you seem to think you are, and to be quite frank, at this point, I don't care about that either. I'm not an insensitive person. I do feel bad for you, terrible even, and I wish it hadn't happened, but it's not any excuse for you to make everyone miserable around you because you think your happiness is all that matters. What reason do they have to consider your feelings when you don't think of anyone but yourself? You give your own damned feelings more than enough consideration to make up for it.
That's why I didn't want to spend the night here last night. I didn't want to deal with you. And finding out you tried to lay a guilt trip on them... let's just say you're not going to see much of me any time you come over in the near future. I'll be keeping myself as far away from you as possible so I don't end up telling you off. Or strangling you. Because oh, I so want to.
I could go on about all my problems with you, but I don't feel like writing an entire book tonight. Let's just leave it at this little excerpt and be done with it.
Sincerely,
The current biggest threat to your safety
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 18, 2011 7:28:23 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
Get a clue. I'm not talking to you. I don't want to talk to you. So shut the f--k up. Right. Now.
Sincerely,
Stay away from me.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 23, 2011 8:05:00 GMT 7
To whom it may concern,
Do you have some sort of radar that tells you when I'm going to start trying to write so you can scream in the next room and distract me and make it impossible? I love you, and you and your little brother have been two of the only things that have kept me sane for so long, but please, lay off for one night. I need a bit of peace. Just a bit.
Sincerely,
A mildly disgruntled aunt.
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