in correlation to last night's post

I can't believe your audacity and your blantant intentions to be down right cruel. It is sickening, why do you act like that? I'm not going to pretend as if it didn't bother me. It did, it really really did. Mission accomplished. At least I maintained my composer until the parking lot. I didn't even know it at first until I made that God-awful croaking sound. I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the sleeve. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy. And then I was laughing. Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion. Why the sudden change of heart, you ask? Well because you, my friend, are living an empty, meaningless life. You are in denial, I (clearly) am not. I realized that I am so much above this. I dont mean that in a conceited way. But not only have I not sucked eight dicks in one night, ehem, but I am also a good person, and that's more than you can say. I have morals and a conscience that provides me with guidelines for what is right and wrong. You (clearly) do not and therefore are unaware of how to act in socially acceptable ways. You, a person who is constantly rude to all people, do not hate me. You hate yourself. You have unresolved internal issues which cause you to inflict bitchyness among others. I can't fix you, but I will not let you 'bring me down'. The more mature person is the one who does not act, or in this case react, to a person's demeanor without first taking it into consideration. It is the more mature and wiser person who will just let it ride. Being polite to others will always reside in higher regard than those who would chose otherwise.