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[Guest]

Teasing is synonymous with provocation which is the antithesis of sensitivity.

That's a rather clinical view of it, but you're right. Nevertheless, friends tease each other all the time without assuming malicious intent is involved. Let me rephrase it.

Why did you assume malicious intent on my part when I teased you about it? Would you make the same assumption if I teased you about something else or just that?

[Mister Obvious]

Why did you assume malicious intent on my part when I teased you about it? Would you make the same assumption if I teased you about something else or just that?

Because...

And I understand you (clearly at least from the conversations we've had here) have no concept of what I'm about to say...

But I can SENSE where you're COMING FROM.

ROFLMAO.

[Guest]

You're a mind-reader, huh?

Where am I coming from? This should be good.

[Mister Obvious]

You're a mind-reader, huh?

Where am I coming from? This should be good.

No it's not "mind reading"...

It's interpreting the words that you have shared by typing them and submitting them to this message board.

[Guest]

Well, regardless of whatever means you use to make sense of the things I say, answer the question.

Where am I coming from?

[Mister Obvious]

LOL...

You're not coming from anywhere too remarkable right now.

But when you are passive aggressive, you're coming from the same place as your alcoholic dad banging on your door at 6am telling you to get your sorry ass out of bed.

[Guest]

My dad never did that, silly. Strangely enough, he was pretty laissez-faire about my daily schedule.

You're going through some pretty impressive mental gymnastics to convince yourself that:

(a) I'm the sorriest son of a bitch who ever lived, and

(b) My joke this morning was something other than a harmless joke, and was due to me being the sorriest son of a bitch who ever lived, because

© It's easier than explaining why the subject I teased you about is such a sore spot for you.

I can't say I find any of that remarkable either.

[Mister Obvious]

You're going through some pretty impressive mental gymnastics to convince yourself that:

(a) I'm the sorriest son of a bitch who ever lived

LOL how far up your own ass are you?!

[Guest]

I'm far up my own ass to know that, when someone gets sand in their vag over a joke and continually evades questions about why it upset them, that they must've really been triggered. Do you really think you can bullshit an old troll, dear?

[Mister Obvious]

Do you really think you can bullshit an old troll, dear?

I think it's funny that you think you're an old troll.

[Guest]

You're still avoiding the question, and I don't think that's funny at all. It's kind of lame, really.

The last time you went off on me like that, it was because you somehow got it in your head that I think you're a loser.

If I were inclined to add two and two and see a pattern, I might infer that you still believe I think you're a loser, and that I was calling you a loser for sleeping late. As I said, my dad never banged on my door and told me to get my lazy ass out of bed. That came from your own imagination. It didn't come from me or my dad.

Whether any of that is close to the truth or not, I do not think you're a loser. Get that idea out of your head right now. A loser is someone who never tried. Age 26 is way too early to conclude that someone never tried, especially in a fucked up economy like this. I don't have any reason to think you won't find your niche. It took me a long time to find mine, but I eventually did.

[Guest]

I just don't know what to think about you, Trix. Your clearly have a low opinion of me. The way you keep harping on the fact that my dad was abusive as though it explains my every move, and will explain every move I make going forward, gives me the impression that you'll never give me the chance to change your low opinion of me. Like my fate is my destiny or something. I'm not sure why you keep asking me to come back, then turn around and try to rip me to shreds again. That's what abusive people do. Trust me, I know. I've had my fair share of it.

[Guest]

Aaaaaand I'm talking to myself on a message board. I should get a cat or something. Sweet dreams, Trix.

[Mister Obvious]

Sorry for the late response dude... I was busy doing other stuff. LMAO! Why does everyone always pull the 'sweet dreams' thing on me when I don't give them enough attention?

[Mister Obvious]

BABY NEEDS ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Guest]

Whatever. Once again, you've avoided responding to what I said and seized upon the low-hanging fruit to make a childish joke out of. It's been fun knowing you, but I don't want to anymore. Ciao.

[Mister Obvious]

ROFL...

Thanks for the laugh!

Well, a lot of laughs.

But specifically the one I enjoyed when I read your "final post".