Harsh much

Yeah, the laundry post was a bit rough. But that is the way it happened. Of course I see where the judgementality came in. He might be legit. He might be a god send. But what came at me was not the sincerity of interest that solidified him as a real contact. I've never felt more like a fly in a hurricane. Doesn't excuse the harsh critique. Nothing really does.

I'm either more Rodney MacKay than I ever thought possible (which is highly likely given the geek proclivity to portray mild Aspbergers without actually being diagnosed as such) or I've just decided to sabotage everything by being a dick. Yeah, I said it. I am in a noncompliance state with the Wheaton. Of course, it could be a temporary case of mirror-Universe/Bizzarro me running amok in this Universe. But I think that I have had just about enough of the insincerity in the world that I don't care what I say or do so long as it is as honest as I can be. Even if that means painfully. Of course the only person I'll ever hurt, inthe end, is me.

That's kinda the point Wil makes. The only person you hurt when you hurt someone else is you. Yeah, the laundromat story is as funny as the one my sister tells about waking up in the LA airport with a homeless guy cuddled on her shoulder (a cautionary tale of sleep deprivation). But it isn't told in the most gracious way. Well now I just made myslef feel totally bad about the post. But, true to my journalistic integrity i leave it as it is.

I doubt the guy will look me up online. He told me that because of his bi-polarity (is that a real word) he might not even remember me if he doesn't lose my contact information. But I look like an ass to the people who know me and read my blog on a regular basis. Well crap.