When I have disconnected from some people, I have sudden weird kind of relief. I don\’t have to censor myself. I am not obligated to be nice to them. I can rant as much of the \”bad\” about them as I want. Yet I wonder if that narrows me. By doing that, I am never able to let go.
By bashing them so forwardly, am I not degrading myself to the level that i think they are at.
From Kill Bill: \”I may have never liked you, but that doesn\’t mean that I don\’t respect you.\”
Although it\’s obviously in bad taste, I feel so relieved that I can complain about Tanner openly. About how he was not that smart. Yet he never really did anything that bad to me. It\’s almost like pointing out the foolishness of Naim. Nothing like those bad things that alan did. But I feel like i am lowering myself.
And if they said something about me? Do unto others as I would want them to do unto me. I should retain my own dignity, my respect of others. But it\’s hard when I am thinking these thoughts and I have no place to express them.