Holden, I posted this in the old thread but you never responded:
"You know, I'm sick of your whining, Holden. Truly. Just change. Get on with things. Move. Live. You're wallowing in a morass of nothingness and dark fairytales. This can change. Some years ago I was a lecturer at a well respected University here in Australia. I had a house, girlfriend, job, a future. It ended when I broke my back and a lot of my body in a car accident. Two years of living flat on my back, either on my bed or on the lounge-room floor. Not fun, I can tell you. I lost my job teaching, I lost my girlfriend, my house, everything. I struggled on. Now, many years later, I teach again. I have a house. I have had two relationships that I treasure. Admittedly, I rely on a lot of drugs to keep me going, but I manage nonetheless and I am happy with my life. I have three degrees now and I feel that I have moved on beyond the accident. Could you not feel the same? Move on....beyond your petty self-limiting philosophies, beyond your misogyny, beyond your emotional toil, beyond your self-serving persiflage, beyond your, well, everything. Please, Holden, consider yourself and your heart. You are so wrong. Change. You can move on."
I realize now that I was wrong. You can't move on. You are emotionally wizened and socially damaged. I related my tale hoping to strike a spark and perhaps find a common ground with you. I seriously wanted a degree of concordance, a common ground, perhaps, whereby we could talk like mature adults. But you ignored me. You continue to post the most outrageous and egregiously nasty muck imaginable. Somewhere inside of that head of yours something went very wrong ~ and I'm sorry that it has done so. I really do not wish to speak ill of anyone but you and your screed makes it nearly impossible. Please, please consider getting help for your issues.