Masters of Projection
November 9th, 2005OK. I think I’ve got it now. I’m a deeply troubled stalker that needs to look inward for the source of my troubles, stop blaming others and seek professional help.
Thanks for the free diagnosis, doctors. I’m glad you’ve all figured out why I’m “alone.”
Y’all need to lighten up and when you’ve figured that out, take a look in the mirror.
In fear’s an ugly place to live.
I’m just gonna throw this out and ya’ll can blast away at it.
If a man keeps his feelings to himself the pscho-babble femicastrati crowd complains about his stifling his feelings and how he should “talk about it” to achieve cantharis and emotional equilibrium.
BUT
If a man does talk about it and expresses how he feels, he needs professional help to deal with his feelings.
It don’t seem like a man can win.
Now, if ya’ll would have said something like: “DC shut your cry baby yap and get over it” you would have been expressing a reasonable, if slightly unsympathetic opinion. AND, I wouldn’t be saying anything about it. BUT, it ain’t right to have a double standard when it comes to how men deal with their feelings, like so many do.
Course you could do what I do and skip the stuff you don’t like. Just cause there is a comments section don’t mean you gotta use it.
Thanks, Res.
My attitude is hit me or shut-up. I refuse to live by your pansy rules.
I guess that makes me a terrorist, now. I’m sick and twisted and all that.
How’d we get here? Men built this country and now it’s practically illegal to be a man.
What was that country song a few years back, “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?”
I believe they were legislated out of existence.
You just gave yourself away, little girl. That wasn’t a country song. It was a pop song by an MTV-built, one hitter.
I didn’t say I liked it.
I also don’t remember much more than the title.
Jeez you two, get a room.
Paula Cole was the singer. And no, I didn’t have to google it. She did the whole Lillith Fair thing and there was a picture of her with her arms in the air.. and not-so-shaved arm pits. No, I will never ever forget that. *shudders*
Remember when Julia Roberts stopped shaving her pits and it was all over the tabloids? Must be weird to be so famous people care about crap like that.
Anyway, DC, who cares what anyone (including myslef) thinks of your blogs? It’s your blog and you can do whatever you want with it. And it’s a heck of a lot cheaper to unload stuff here than with a therapist.
TexasWoman,
DC has been washed in the Blood of the Lamb. He is a new creation in Yeshua, one blameless and spotless before his Creator. DC’s Father will see nothing but a beloved son when DC stands before His throne.
Don’t you think it’s a little arrogant, assuming you know whom the Living G-d will cast into hell?
[...] One last thing: I was fascinated that even after I did the Masters of Projection, You’re not as anonymous as you think and If you wanna hurt me… posts, they continued to try to hurt me, anonymously, with angry tirades about how angry I am. Some went so far as to say that I need to “get a life” while sitting at their computers on Friday and Saturday nights hitting refresh on my blog to see if anyone had taken their bait yet. [...]