July 31st, 2000
No Title Given
I really respect this:
“First off: This one’s not written in MiST form! And,
Second off: I have removed the MiSTing from my page.
I don’t want to be thought of as a coward, so I’m going to explain this a
little further.
This MiSTing was not directed at you, your page, or your rant. It only
turned out that way because I disagreed with one or two things. I wrote
that while I was in a very pissed off mood at my best friend for some Very
Bad Things he did. And I’m too wimpy to ever cause ripples in real life, so
I had to find a place to let loose that excess negative energy.
Unfortunately, I turned into Linda Blair and spewed symbolic green pea soup
all over your rant. I had stumbled across your rant several weeks ago, and
it mildly intrigued me, but not to the point where I would be un-lazy enough
to open my email account and tell you what I thought.
This letter wasn’t originally this jovivial. I found your blog, and though
you were completely justified in what you wrote, I was supremely pissed.
Three thoughts came through my mind:
1: “Good thing I didn’t tell Josh I currently hate him, maybe he’ll get
his brother to slap her with a dead trout virus.”
2: “Why do I care? It’s a webpage. I’m not so pathetic that my life
revolves around my computer, right?”
And finally
3: “I should paint my toenails a different colour.”
So, A: I’m insane, and B: This was stupid, so I just deleted the stupid
page. Yes, it was petty, yes, it was childish, and unfortunately, it was
targeted against the completely wrong person.
Personally, had I received that rant, I would have been pissed at the petty
little personal attacks made, rather than the plagiarism factor. I think
that, maybe, you were mad at that, but you didn’t want to tell me, because
that is a very personal thing to tell an antagonistic stranger (yes, I like
psychology. So I’m boring, but I can tell you why ^_^).
I still disagree at how you say religion is wrong. Organized religion, yes.
But a religion that you have devised yourself, and really means something
too you, that shouldn’t be wrong.
I agree that many people have just been force fed a major religion. And
they don’t bother questioning, or wondering about it, because as far as
they’re concerned, they’ve got a meal ticket to heaven. I believe that
never fully understanding or appreciating your faith is wrong. You should
find something that means a lot to you. I chose to believe in only one,
loving, male God. You can believe in a vindictive female God, or several
different Gods, but as long as you find your own meaning, it is fine. I
don’t think that people should follow my advice, I don’t think they should
believe what I believe just because I tell them too. I’m just a girl on the
web, I’m not Jesus (though my soulbonds have promised to buy me a big cross
so that whenever I’m feeling under appreciated, I can nail myself to it and
be marvelled at for my selfless-ness… stupid soulbonds) nor am I trying to
start a new religion. But I’m straying from the point and I just wanted to
use the soulbonds line in the parentheses.
I believe in evolution. There is too much proof to ignore it, and the
molecular similarities between monkeys and humans is absolutely amazing.
And, I also think that you should read the Bible if you are going to rant
about it. The Bible was not written with Christians, or Jews (I don’t mean
Jew in the derogatory sense, I just have no idea what the plural of ‘Jewish’
is) or Islamics in mind. The Bible was originally a collection of
scandalous stories that started out as something quite offensive, and became
holier as time went on. And, if you read it with a mind unclouded by
force-fed beliefs, then you’ll find that even after 3000 or so years, it’s
still quite VC Andrews-esque-ly entertaining (damn that book has a lot of
incest!). But, you will have to get past the fact that every other line is,
‘and so and so said/did something or other, and it was good/bad.’
I, of course, will still bitch about spelling and grammar. But that, again,
has a Freudian meaning to it. In grade one, I had a horrid, bitchy midget
teacher who hated anything taller than her (one stupid inch and she hated my
guts…). My most vivid memory of grade one is when she slapped me because
I spelled ‘trouble’ as ‘trubel.’ Grrr… I’m getting high blood pressure
just think about it.
I hope that you come out of this email thinking of me as more of a human
being, rather than a two-D Disney villain. I’d hate it if someone hated me
based on the cyber-netics of one rant/MiST. And I hope this is slightly
better than a generic ‘great, now I have to waste twenty minutes of my life
uploading to a new server!’ or ‘you bitch, I deleted the F*^&ing message,
you happy?’
Blech… I’m sorry for being so stubborn about this. And though I still
detest the evil friend, I’m not mad at you or your boyfriend, who I honestly
can’t remember is either named ‘Rob’ or ‘Alan’. I think Alan… another
Freudian story connected to that one I won’t bore you with.
Also, linking me from your blog was a bad idea. My page hits counter more
than doubled since yesterday, and my head swelled slightly, though it is
still not as large as JAmes Van Der Beeks head ^_^;
*Holds up the Glass of Forgiveness (Copyright held by Eggbert T Glokesheimer
and associates)*
Cheers,
-Scarlett-”
I am not sure if anything I wrote her could take credit for that, or if anything I said here could take credit for that, or that it was all her being a bigger person. I appreciate it, none the less. Thank you, Scarlett. (another link for you.)
[aww} Also, my dear friend