You know what, DMW? I had a full day off from this thread and I was ready to give it up, but you gotta start with the jokes and the stupidity...
For the record, I'm not at liberty to discuss the private messages and Yahoo instant messages and e-mails received pertaining to the inconsistency that is you, dude. It wasn't a "ton" or a "bunch" or a "plethora," but enough people to merit concern. I'm not going to rat them out because that is neither fair nor considerate. And before you micro-quote that passage, the acquaintanceship that I have estabished with these people prior to this blowup is impetus enough to protect them. That's what I do for friends. They can speak up if they want, but I'm making that their choice.
Anyway, I'm going to nickname you "Glossie" because you just keep on glossing over what's really going on. You're still stuck on pubic hair color while you haven't even conveyed your recognition that this dispute ain't nothin' new, man.
The most truth I got referred to a "Tweedledee" (which wasn't even remotely funny) and "all these" alleged pro-DMW "messages." Maybe I'm not the one to detect your sincerity. Then again, it might help to read some passages that actually convey regret for contributing to some online flamewarring (not causing, mind you -- I did that). Or even better, showing recognition that ou
deliberately gave
erroneous personal details about your life for the purposes of hiding your real identity.
You deserve an award and a half for spinnin' some tall tales, babe.
But enough about our squabbles. Let's tie this shit back to something Heath said earlier that makes a hell of a lot more sense to me.
Heeding
his sound and solid advice, if you had that strong of reservation about posting personal details of your own life, then you shouldn't have even started forking over details in the first place. When you start forking over details about your life, you're forking over invitations to let people know a deeper, personal side of you. And if that identity ever comes into question, you only have yourself to blame for falsifying the facts -- not the people who just wanted to get a little closer to you.
Regretfully, there are probably too many personal details about my own life floating around on the Internet, but that's fine because I don't lose sleep over them. I chose to give that information willingly at some point and I don't begrudge people who want to make use of it, good or bad. I'm ultimately the one responsible for putting it out there in the first place.
And if I recall, perjury makes you as guilty in the eyes of the law as it does in the hearts of people that you form a bond with.
This whole Jena, Louisiana, teaching, wrestling coach, Pete's my student thing just wasn't a bright move on your part. You didn't teach there, but you know those ladies. You don't coach there, but you tried to start a team and the funding was short. The pubes are usually black, but I sunbathe nude every fuckin' day of summer so they turn that delicious honey auburn shade. Dude, give it a rest; you're just backpedalling faster and faster and you're eventually gonna topple off your damn Big Wheel if you keep it up.
As I told this really nice lady that sees me for counseling, it sounds crazy as fuck, but there's not a damn thing wrong with being really hesitant and careful about letting people into your life. It certainly isn't a Pollyanna thing to do but it's fuckin' smart as all get out, even if it makes you seem antisocial or a bitch or whatnot. Why? You can't be too careful trusting people. I don't know about her, but I don't throw things like trust and honesty around lightly, and I certainly want to be careful to whom I'm giving the privilege of getting to know me and my personal details. Like I said, the real deal is for good friends.
So long as you learn from it, then the mistake is worth making and that's cool with me. You sound like you're going to careful from now on, and that works for me. Right.
So, if you're not losing sleep over this, then I don't intend to spend any more of my waking time answering to this. Cease-fire on. And as far as I'm concerned, it'd be really nice if this were the last word on the matter. If you want to exchange insults, let's do it in PMs, shall we?