GIGO

You ever get told by someone that you have treated everybody like garbage and hurt their feelings and made them leak salty tears out their ass and reduced them to sniveling towers of Jell-O and caused them to question their existence and want to shove a curtain rod down their throat to commit suicide because all their lives they have totally misunderstood the phrase, "It's curtains for you, kid"? And besides, they never liked those drapes anyway?

No? So it's just me again? Figures. What really grinds my nuts is I wasn't told exactly how I treated people like garbage, so my mind being the uncontrollable force it is came up with its own image.

Everyone knows this is completely absurd. I would never do that to a person. I'd use the recycling bin.

But this is precisely what happens when I'm not given specifics about something I said or did that was very bad, not even a sliding scale. Is the incident a 1 or a 10? How about a 200, say, like dropping a thermonuclear device on a children's hospital? See? You see how my mind works? I need details people.

If I said something hurtful, tell me what it was and I'll apologize. Unless I think it's really funny, in which case whatever horrible thing you want to do to yourself because of it is fine with me.

I'll hold the drapes.

I promise not to laugh.

Too loudly.







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