For all their concern, not a single one of them has expressed an ounce of sympathy to me. I dare say neither my brother nor I matter to them at all. But, they will include his death in their numbers to justify how evil guns are. They will use his death as one in a long line of emotional stories to manipulate the emotions of others and frankly that pisses me off. The only time this “friend” has ever spoke to me about my brother’s death was today and that was all of 5 words. The rest of the 6 paragraph email was about how wrong I am and how guns are bad and I should be sharing my brother’s sorry as a cautionary tale. Outside of the “I am thinking of you” sentence the rest was about the evil I am spreading(albeit probably out of being so naive) and how if we can save just one life…blah, blah, blah. She has not bothered to stay in contact with me, so she doesn’t know that I was attacked or that guns play a vital role in keeping my life safe, but of course my life doesn’t matter. My life isn’t part of the plan. What I do day to day has not mattered to her at all. Just today. Just the day Allen died. Her line saying “thinking of you” just doesn’t feel sincere for some reason.
May 8th, 2013
[First go read her whole post. It’s an enlightening view of the behavior of those on the other side.
It’s what we all knew, but they took the blood dancing and grief cutting to a whole new level. Seriously what the hell was the point of that woman sending that email other than to cause pain, grief, and misery. I am of the firm opinion that people like that are eternally miserable and insist on spreading their misery to others.
One of these day’s I’ll get around to writing up some of the other reasons I haven’t been writing as much lately, but suffice it to say, I don’t like spreading grief, pain or worry. There’s a little over 6 months left in this year and I’m sure I can figure out some way to rock the rest of it like a boss. I’m waiting for the all clear and then I’ll explain why. Some in my inner circle know, but honestly I don’t want everyone and their mother worrying about it.
All I have to say is that overall her response is why I love A Girl. She was considerably kinder than I would have been had someone send some pile of garbage like that to me. Hell I remember fighting the urge to bitch slap the woman who told me that allowing my dad to undergo his cancer treatment is what killed him. Had I been a better son I would have convinced him to do alternative therapy… She knew nothing about when it happened, what cancer it was, nothing, she just heard my dad passed away from cancer while discussing treatment types. She took that moment to try and cut into me and lay grief on me as if I was responsible. After the 10 minute frothing rant was done where I chewed her up and spit her out verbally in front of a room of 20 people. So loud mind you that no one else could hold a conversation she got up and walked out. She didn’t speak to me for the rest of the weekend and everyone who saw it didn’t dare broach the subject of what exactly was said because it was obvious it was inappropriate. I don’t think she even dared to call out my call sign on the radio for even normal traffic.
Some people love misery and they take great pride in making other people miserable. If you try and make me miserable, I will drag you down, chew you up, spit you out and say **** you while sporting the bird. Why? Because I have no need for someone that miserable when I have an awesome family and an awesome group of friends. Real friends that will support me at the drop of a hat, even if we’ve never met face to face. The don’t send me an email out of the blue claiming to care while trying to say that I was somehow to blame for their decisions. That I’m some how to blame for their decided use for an inanimate object.
And when you look at life when you have family and a group of friends like I’ve got; life’s pretty damn good! –B]