“A Scathing Commentary”

Apparently, a scathing commentary is The Golden ticket. I have by good authority, that it is so. As an author, I often vent my bruised feelings and lament to the paper, through the pen. As a matter of fact, some of my best writing shines diaphanously as a result of my darkest hours. I genuinely thank and appreciate every disingenuous, pusillanimous dystopian I've encountered in my life. As they are wondrous sources of material. Now I'm not saying I cannot, and have not written quality pieces during bliss, because that isn't so. And as time goes on, and I've developed the courage to share my writing with not just a few people I know, but with the world. I am also developing new confidence in my writing, and comfort in my skin as an author. So, recently I was venting my discontent with an individual, and the present situation revolving around this individual; quite eloquently expressed if I must say so myself. And after completing my composition, I allow someone other than the person who inspired said composition to read it. Perhaps not the best idea in hindsight, because the reader took it quite personally. And even though I didn't think I was writing about them, convincing them of that fact isn't proving to be that easy. I will admit the piece was quite biting, and anyone reading it could take offense, and come away from reading it feeling quite self-conscious, and unsettled. The only thing that honestly came to mind was that if it resonated so deeply, perhaps the reader should explore that more closely? Who knows what revelations may arise? I have a way of deeply touching, and disturbing the reader. Which pleases me. However, that may not necessarily be a good thing for my popularity, or interpersonal relationships. But then, on the other hand, I'm not responsible for how you take something you read. Perhaps that's a conversation for you and your therapist? Are my words thought-provoking? Will I rattle you somewhere deep within your soul, in a place which you didn't even imagine I could see? Don't be surprised, nothing escapes my eyes. My only responsibility is to express myself, whatever you choose to do with that information is none of my business. If you have a guilty conscious that's on you. Do not project your guilt onto me. My writing may, or may not be directed at you personally. But If it moves you, and disturbs you so deeply; yes, you'd better revisit that. But then, to the person in question, the “muse” of my composition; well dear, you on the other hand should be unsettled. For the simple fact that your actions inspired such a response from me, to begin with. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Here's a little tip, I once cared for you. Because I am unaffected by the actions of those with whom I have no emotional investment. And if you made me feel betrayed as you have, that's never a good thing; for you. Let me, elaborate love. I will always choose me, I will take the scissors you hand me, and cut you off. I will cut you off down to your roots. And I guarantee you, whatever I once felt for you will be replaced with cold, empty, nothing. Once you cross this line with me; you're done, there is no second chance, no going back. So if my presence and emotional investment in you hold any value to you; in your equanimity don't reveal your duplicity! Or you'll have only yourself to blame. I will always protect, respect, and choose Me. If you don't as well, be gone! I have no use for you, other than inspiration to write some clever words on the paper. But know this, I don't tolerate much, so if you're not acting right, or think you're outsmarting me; think again. You will not prevail. I thank you for the opportunity to learn the lesson becoming involved with you has taught me, but I'm a quick study. I don't need to allow the situation to go on very long. Then like the trash you are, I'll move you right along out of my personal space, heart, mind, you get the idea. Am I mean, heartless? Absolutely not. I am the most sensitive, loving entity you will ever encounter. But understand this; I love me too. And if anything about you being in the picture disrupts my well-being; intentional or otherwise, I will correct the situation straight away. Without thinking twice, without batting an eye, without any regret, or guilt. I have to be my own mother, my own father, sibling, and if need be my own husband or wife. And for that, I make no apologies. I mean no offense. But you had your family, your friends, those who wouldn't abandon you. Now I have me, and I am my one true love. Love me or leave me, I have no emotional attachment to either outcome.

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