You, as I see it, are an impotent hussy.  That’s right; I’m your worst enemy.  You know nothing about me, but I know everything there is to know that never was to know about your inner self.  You are not better than me, I am better than you.

You are an emasculating pimp.  Yes, you are.

You emasculate everything you touch; you detest everything you ever thought there was to know of something you never understood in the first place.  You are ignorant, and that does not mean you are stupid.  To be stupid is to know better and do it anyway, to be ignorant is to not know better in the first place.  But you are not ignorant with excuse, you are ignorant of choice.  You are lacking in basic knowledge, like the real basics—how to love, how to have human compassion, how to dress, how to confess, progress.  You digress.

You defile femininity. 

There are no ladies and gentlemen in your world, chivalry is dead.  Open the door for ladies—and all are, you cannot pick and choose.  When the door is opened, be thankful instead of bitter and condescending.

You like to think that your life is a light shinning bright, that you are encouraging the lives around you to grow.  That you are enriching lives and encouraging a sort of human photosynthesis.  You are not.

You need to stand up.  You need to open your mouth.  You need to say something.

Something intelligent.

Yeah, I see you.  You see me, too.  We see one another, yet we are very different.  We see nothing.  We are nothing.  This is it.  You wanna understand it all?  I say, fork up the guts, pig.  This is the answer—do something.

Be content of those things around you, but not tolerant.  Speak your mind, but don’t be an idiot about it.  Do something, but don’t do anything stupid—you know, like what you usually do?  That thing, don’t do it.  Forget it.  Give it up and step it up.  Step it up and drop it.  Do something or nothing at all.  Do nothing and everything.

Money does not define you.  If it did, you’re definition would be pretty vague.

You hate me and maybe you should, but get over it.  You wanna discover the formula for happiness?  It’s in you.  It comes without biases, preconceived notions, hate and has a mind that fosters knowledge and understanding.  Yes, you are what you make of yourself.  So do something about it.

My name is Link and this is You, as I see it.

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Posted by indianaman130 2008-07-01 15:44:49 .... angry rant, don't really know what else to say about it + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-07-01 16:04:12 .... sounds like a conversation someone is having with himself. lol =] + Report this comment
Posted by Pilgrim 2008-07-01 21:34:09 .... This seems to be enough. Can a poetic short story. I agree with lemon, the dialouge seems to involve only one person. But, I wouldn't be interested in a chapter 2. Maybe you should put this story into verse? + Report this comment
Posted by flossy 2008-07-02 00:36:09 .... Did'nt get it.Sorry. + Report this comment
Posted by philneale1952 2008-07-02 05:05:41 .... Me neither........sounded very schizophrenic, what did you think? Me? Oh, well.........I dunno. Confusing, unless it was meant to be, in which case it was just...........confusing.... Phil + Report this comment
Posted by A.T.O.M. 2008-07-05 17:17:51 Yes thats what i was thinking a schizophrenic which really didn't make sense with what was going on just change it to a conversation with another person would make a big difference + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-04 19:48:35 Monologue This monologue that you have here could have been highly inspirational. I feel, there is some advice being doled out here. How exactly will you be developing it into another chapter is a million dollar question. Hmm. + Report this comment

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