i’m just so utterly curious about how you could just “label” someone.

is it because my beliefs are different from yours in more than a few liberating ways? is it because i prefer to say what I want, when I want? maybe it’s because i live my life the way I like it regardless of what people, like you, think? perhaps it offends you when i don’t laugh every time you mock someone, who’s completely innocent, at a given time? could it be that you see my tattoos as a sign of something so loathsome? or maybe because i find BERT IS EVIL cute and hilarious?

you don’t hear a word from me whenever you seem to “innocently” criticize my life, right? don’t i just shrug my shoulders and smile at you whenever you do? (no matter how annoying your personal comments may be…) boy! them comments certainly were very popular…and i am taking nothing away from it. (whatever floats your boat…)

wasn’t i civil enough and nice to you? i’ve been kicking myself trying to be just that, you know. and I deserve some credit. (oh, wait. no. I DEMAND credit!)

all those times when you got out of line…those moments when i held back from wanting to strangle you…tsk. didn’t you notice how sad I felt for you?

your life must be ssooo miserable. almost pitifully pitiful. that mask you’re vaguely wearing is all too thin, almost transparent, that I could sense right through it. how you fool yourself into thinking that you are better than most of us…or were you just referring to me?

never, under any circumstance, compare me to you! i am me. i abhor the idea that we’re anything alike. and i’m sticking to this point of view.

yes, my belief in objective morality extends about as far as I hope most people would do what I think is right, in any given situation.

what you might call vanity -and all that bullshit - I would call honest self awareness.

that’s who I am. and I don’t think I will change anytime soon. maybe not even in this lifetime…

so why am I making a big deal out of what happened?!? because "labelling" hurts.
even if we deny it to be so.

“sticks and stones may hurt my bones but names will never hurt me”…

it’s crap!

tell me, ”if you prick me, do I not bleed?”

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