This Is How They Love Me // equivocality

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Not that I’m complaining. If it’s one thing my parents have been able to give me, it’s financial freedom. Never having to worry about how I’m going to pay for rent, or board, or education. It’s not easy for Chinese parents to show affection, an influence of the culture they grew up in, so they buy me things instead.

I’m the family pet.

The dog they can love and take care of and want around, but not have to actually talk to or spend time with.

These are my treats.

3 comments — Follow the feed

#1gabe

this entry leaves me torn between whether I should feel sorry or not. I’d assume growing up with this and probably accepting it a while ago, it doesn’t faze you too much. However, I cant help but get a sense of sadness from this entry.

*shrugs*

Its the thought that counts, I guess you could say.

#2Dina

more like a fish or bird, cuz people talk to dogs….

#3Jeff

Dina, I know you believe you understood what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.

It would be best if you didn’t come here anymore. It’s very obviously not healthy for you. You contradict yourself all the time, and you say things that you always inevitably regret saying. Every time you comment, it’s an explosion of crazy, rambling sentences. This includes calling my friends losers, some bad poetry, or telling ME what I should do on MY blog. You’re like a monkey at a zoo who’s plays with his shit. You may be too ignorant to know it, but trust me, you’re only embarrasing yourself.

I would personally prefer it if you didn’t come here. I can’t tell you not to visit because this is public domain, but I find your daily presence to be creepy, especially after specifically telling you “I don’t ever want to see or hear from you again.” However, as much as you have the right to visit this blog, I have the right to say what I want about your stalking habits. Your continued antics keep proving to me, and everyone else, exactly why I don’t want to talk to you, and give me more material to write about (which just serves to further upset you).

All I want is for you to go away, and never contact me again, here or otherwise. As I said twice before through email, “I’m not comfortable communicating with you”. You may think that this is insulting your intelligence, but I say it again because you really are so stupid that I need to repeat it until you hopefully understand some day. I have nothing positive to say about you. Your instinct to keep contacting me has been been dead wrong in the past, and it sure as hell is wrong now. It continues to baffle me how you don’t get this.

Seek help. Go away. Cross out 7/43 things.