You know, you talked about me, sometimes by name, often elliptically, for months. I ignored it for a long time, hoping your anger or sense of arrogance, or whatever it was would simply recede.
But it didn't.
And now I'm posting to you. And you don't like it. You're uncomfortable, perhaps a little humiliated.
And you choose to call me a stalker, obsessed, and of having a lesbian "thing" for you (not that there's anything wrong with that, hohoho, right, X?). Many of us are wondering why your skin is so thin when it comes to posts directed to you, yet so thick when posts are directed to others.
I call it your narcissism.
You may see it differently, of course.
And you are entitled to see it that way, particularly since your narcissism prevents insight.
Call me whatever you'd like. Though you're running low on epithets already. |
