Re: The day of the final
Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:23 pm
I see your point of view, and it's not that I don't respect your right to air your opinions because you're clearly an educated gent, but I wonder if there is perhaps a more productive way in which you may have gone about expressing your troubled thoughts.
First of all, let us examine your confession that "wo cao ni ma de." Being somewhat fluent in the aboriginal language of the greater Nantucket region, I squirm in sympathetic understanding towards your predicament, but can't help feeling that you're needlessly depriving other members of this often monolingual society the opportunity to assess the true ramifications of your message. If you were to just come right out and say, in the preferred English vernacular, "I have an arse like a chewed orange," then it might go some way to illuminate the uninformed about your particular situation.
Your assertion that your unpleasant circumstances are the result of "just a test" is more than justifiable. When unfortunate incidents occur, it is far from uncommon to preserve whatever face can be saved by clinging to the polite fiction that it was merely an experiment - a one-off. Perish the thought that people should think of you as the strange sort of character who dabbles in these sordid activities on a regular basis. It was, of course, the first time you had even considered such madness. It always is.
Madness that must be illustrated by maniacal laughter. Convincingly performed indeed.
Up until this point, you see, I am entirely at ease with your cry for help and immediate withdrawal from any more shame than is strictly necessary. There is something almost admirable in your desire to break down barriers and challenge taboos by using your own sexual misadventures to raise public awareness of the causes and effects of posterial shredding. But I'm afraid I simply cannot endorse your next course of action, which can only be described as disownment of your problems. Insinuating that it is the rest of us who have had this ghastly encounter with an open tin of spiced meat, and suffered the injuries that you yourself sustained as a consequence of the lid's razor-like qualities, is simply not a healthy or indeed helpful way of coping with your embarrassment.
In closing, much as I would dearly like to aid you on your slow path to psychological recovery from this traumatic physical event, your prevailing attitude makes it difficult to build upon the relationship of trust first established with the initial brave admission of your ailment. We truly seemed to be making progress, but if you insist on claiming that it is us, the rest of the forum, who have fucked our ass holes with spam, then experiment or not, we shall continue to find the challenge to relate to your plight near insurmountable.
First of all, let us examine your confession that "wo cao ni ma de." Being somewhat fluent in the aboriginal language of the greater Nantucket region, I squirm in sympathetic understanding towards your predicament, but can't help feeling that you're needlessly depriving other members of this often monolingual society the opportunity to assess the true ramifications of your message. If you were to just come right out and say, in the preferred English vernacular, "I have an arse like a chewed orange," then it might go some way to illuminate the uninformed about your particular situation.
Your assertion that your unpleasant circumstances are the result of "just a test" is more than justifiable. When unfortunate incidents occur, it is far from uncommon to preserve whatever face can be saved by clinging to the polite fiction that it was merely an experiment - a one-off. Perish the thought that people should think of you as the strange sort of character who dabbles in these sordid activities on a regular basis. It was, of course, the first time you had even considered such madness. It always is.
Madness that must be illustrated by maniacal laughter. Convincingly performed indeed.
Up until this point, you see, I am entirely at ease with your cry for help and immediate withdrawal from any more shame than is strictly necessary. There is something almost admirable in your desire to break down barriers and challenge taboos by using your own sexual misadventures to raise public awareness of the causes and effects of posterial shredding. But I'm afraid I simply cannot endorse your next course of action, which can only be described as disownment of your problems. Insinuating that it is the rest of us who have had this ghastly encounter with an open tin of spiced meat, and suffered the injuries that you yourself sustained as a consequence of the lid's razor-like qualities, is simply not a healthy or indeed helpful way of coping with your embarrassment.
In closing, much as I would dearly like to aid you on your slow path to psychological recovery from this traumatic physical event, your prevailing attitude makes it difficult to build upon the relationship of trust first established with the initial brave admission of your ailment. We truly seemed to be making progress, but if you insist on claiming that it is us, the rest of the forum, who have fucked our ass holes with spam, then experiment or not, we shall continue to find the challenge to relate to your plight near insurmountable.