Just Communication?

Well, I've done it again. I've managed to completely, utterly, and profoundly offend someone so much that they don't want to speak to me. Ever. I'm not going to name names, because i still respect this person, regardless of what she now thinks of me. Doh.

Now i know what your going to say, "think before you speak", right? Well the problem is, this time, i did. I responded to a question that was asked, and i thought about this question, and i responded, using a logic that only i would use. Apparently its sick and twisted.

I rather object to that, i just have a certain way of looking at things. Does it make me a bad person? I would never do anything to deliberately harm anyone, or support anyone who harm others...but, certain situations are beyond our control, so why bother?

Oh well, all a man can do is move on. It's kind of funny though, this person has systematically erased all proof of my digital existence from her sphere of influence, i could almost smile to that.

Strangest thing of all: I'm genuinely upset by this. Despite not knowing said person for very long, i liked her, respected her...she helped me alot. Now, she thinks I'm monster. Maybe i am? Who knows....even my course mates think my reasoning is strange.

I hate it when this happens.

Our Hopes and Expectations.........

......Black Holes and Revelations.

Random thought for the 6th December 2006.
Christmas has come once again. It always has a habit of sneaking up on me, so that I always send of the lists stupidly late. Oh well. Did them today. It seems as the years go on, I find it harder and harder to decide what I want. This year it’s mainly accessories to things I already have, or things that I wouldn’t mind having but cant quite bring myself to buy, for fear it be a waste of money.
The decorations are up, but its makes me sad. I didn’t help put up any of them. Mostly my fault, didn't get involved, didn't say "hey guys, want me to do this, or that..." but then again they didn't ask...that’s my problem, I always feel people should ask me. Then I know whether they want me around or not.
You can tell there are memories here, over two months worth of memories, and hardly any of them are mine. I don’t belong here, I feel detached and alone, I miss my friends, the bastards. Once again my thoughts stray to moving out altogether...but it’s hard, how would I tell them? I don’t want to tell them, I want to get involved, but I cant, it’s probably too late. That’s them coming through the front door now, night on the town, drink.... haven’t done that in weeks. I miss it.
I’m looking at pictures. Pictures of the early days here, where I was involved...I used to look fondly at these pictures, not they just make me even more sad. I feel I should just delete myself from them.

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