Ah, you can always count on good 'ol Brix. After all, who was it that said to me,
"Brix=Geezer. So give the old man some respect."
I don't believe it was his fault. Nal probably fed him some f***ed up version of events. I can forgive Brix.
shit is completely unforgivable. I had, despite his best efforts to remove them, some shreds of what I thought to be empathy for Nal and a hope he might turn around and decide to give the site another chance, but HERE, where he couldn't go on a bitching spree and shut it down.
I now see what stupid, arrogant, childish notions those were. The thought that someone can be a right asshole and then one day turn his life around and life will go on better than normal is something for fucking fairy tales.
That's all the swearing I'm going to do. Because there are two types of rage. My rage is cold. I use it to my advantage. It gives me clearer (if more pessimistic) thinking, and the rational thought that allows me to decide what would be the (regrettably) correct thing to do.
Nal's rage is hot rage. He doesn't use it. It uses him. And because of what it did, and how he had no logic or thought to any of the repercussions of his actions, he has lost all respect and any feelings of goodwill I had towards him.
You see that smiley face? He's angry. Thing is, if he was a person, he might go around beating up little children for the hell of it. If his rage was to fight mine, his wouldn't stand a chance in hell. His rage would take one look at the face of mine, reform his life, and become a well mannered citizen who wins prizes for his Tropical Fish. From one look. I'm that f***ing angry. And you know what? Thinking about this has ruined my whole f***ing day. Great.
I'm gonna go read Hogfather
until the red dissappears from my eyes now.