An Unsent Email: You Don't Know...
Friday, October 13, 2006
Feeling--
annoyed
Reading--
The Boy Next Door by Meg Cabot
Listening to-- love songs on Windows Media Player
To: People in general <people2_billion@intheworld.com>
From: Me <disgruntled@meventing.com>
Subject: FYI
Ok, listen up people, 'cause I've said a couple of these things more than once, and I don't want to pepper my new blog with repeated vents about the same ole things. I want to have them said and be done with them. I want to move on to other new, exciting...or semi-exciting stuff. Capisce?
That said, let me get right into this, starting with a very long-standing frustration of mine.
A speech impediment does NOT necessarily mean mental retardation! And I know I sound young, but as a 31-year-old college graduate, I am more than capable of taking and passing on messages. In fact, I'm quite reliable at this! I have let those of you who refuse to leave messages go in the past. But after yesterday, no more. No more passivity on my part. I will ask why you prefer not to leave one and firmly inform you that I am quite capable of passing on your message. That I am 31-years-old and have college degrees in Mass Communications with an emphasis in Journalism. Then I will ask: "Now, may I take your message?" If you still refuse to leave one, then it's your loss and problem. Not mine; I will have made myself clear. I will not set out to be rude, but if I sound like it, then it's an indicator of my frustration, and it would behoove you to accept and treat me as you would any other. Yesterday I offered then insisted, three times, that I was capable of taking a lady's Avon order, but she said no, that she'd just call again. I hate stereotypes and being put in one. I am not mentally retarded, but however, I have serious doubts about you.A second long-standing frustration is being told I'm mad when I'm not. Almost nothing gets me madder than hops then when people do this to me. I'm usually pretty even-tempered, or try to be. But you keep on insisting I'm mad when I know I'm not and you'll see mad. There will be no doubt in your mind, and there will be no comparison to how I was before. Or maybe there will be, and you'll see for yourself I was right and you were wrong. I'm so tired of you insisting you know my own emotions better than I do. Do you feel them? No. Do you know what caused them? Obviously not. So quit insisting you know better than the one person who should know better than anyone else. Me. I might turn the tables on you; then let's see how you like it!Similarly, just because I look sober or pensive or my eyes look watery, that does not mean I'm about to cry! I have allergies. The kind where my eyes sting, burn and water. And they've acted up a lot this summer. If my chin or lip quivers, if my voice goes high, Then I'm crying. Once again, who better else to know what I'm feeling than me?And lastly, I'm not a mind reader. I don't know what you want me to do or say or how to act if you don't tell me. Similarly, you aren't mind readers either. You don't know what I'm truly thinking; you just think you know. If you were mind readers, really, then you'd know what I'm about to say next. Maybe, because of the running theme of this email, you already do. I know myself best! Who better to know me than ME? I don't know you better than you do, so why do you insist on knowing me better than I know myself? Huh? You--don't! You may know or think you know me well, but you sure as heck don't know me better. And I'd like y'all to knock it off! Thank you.Shiloh @-->-
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