Letter to roommate, critique please
I don't think so clearly on stuff like this. Please give me some of your ideas and advice on this. thanks
Dear Friend,
I am so sorry.
I cannot express an opinion on any topic, other than the garden, which does not result in disagreement on an emotional level. It feels as if you want nothing more from our conversations than an opportunity to show your disdain for anything that I think or believe. It appears as if your consider me both an asshole and an idiot. since you are my very dearest friend, I assume that my perceptions are incorrect. But that is how it seems. When you shut down conversations by banging your fist on the table and calling me a "fucking liar" before even letting me finish my sentence, it not only hurts my feelings, but lowers you in my estimation. the sad part for me is that you don't even know what I think. You have your mind made up and anything I might have to say is irrelevent. You have made it clear that my thoughts don't matter in your world view, and you don't care to hear them.
We use to be able to have so many good conversations. We seldom agreed, but the process of exchanging thoughts was almost always a true pleasure for me. we were exploring the universe of ideas together. But now it seems that you know all that is worth knowing and anything else is just crap. Any idea beyond your wholly negative point of view is pointless. Well, I am not crap. My thoughts are as valid as yours. You may have wasted your education, gut you cannot apply your failure to me. If you want to be stuck in the mud at the bottom of your own pity puddle, go right ahead and dive in. I refuse to join you.
These days I never know what I might say that will ignite your hostility. Even the simplest, most innocently intended statements seem to set you off. It is OK that you disagree with me. But it is not OK for you to be cruel and rude in your expression of that disagreement. I am growing increasingly afraid to be in the same room with you. My only protections from argument (as opposed to discussion) are to avoid your presence or to keep my mouth shut. This house is just too small for that kind of isolationism.
I started this letter by saying that I was sorry. What I am sorry about is the fact that we seem to no longer be friends. You have moved on to a place where everything is worthless. Where only what you think is right, and that because nothing has any meaning. You make a point of sharing your pain and frustration with every one around yow who cares by subjecting them to your ill temper. Sometimes this is a happy house. But not when you are here. The darkness follows you in the door like a cloud of flies behind a man who refuses to wipe his ass. Buddy, I love you and am thankful for the good you have done me. but I'm not here to be used for toilet paper. Find another way to deal with your problems besides abusing me.
Aden
Dear Friend,
I am so sorry.
I cannot express an opinion on any topic, other than the garden, which does not result in disagreement on an emotional level. It feels as if you want nothing more from our conversations than an opportunity to show your disdain for anything that I think or believe. It appears as if your consider me both an asshole and an idiot. since you are my very dearest friend, I assume that my perceptions are incorrect. But that is how it seems. When you shut down conversations by banging your fist on the table and calling me a "fucking liar" before even letting me finish my sentence, it not only hurts my feelings, but lowers you in my estimation. the sad part for me is that you don't even know what I think. You have your mind made up and anything I might have to say is irrelevent. You have made it clear that my thoughts don't matter in your world view, and you don't care to hear them.
We use to be able to have so many good conversations. We seldom agreed, but the process of exchanging thoughts was almost always a true pleasure for me. we were exploring the universe of ideas together. But now it seems that you know all that is worth knowing and anything else is just crap. Any idea beyond your wholly negative point of view is pointless. Well, I am not crap. My thoughts are as valid as yours. You may have wasted your education, gut you cannot apply your failure to me. If you want to be stuck in the mud at the bottom of your own pity puddle, go right ahead and dive in. I refuse to join you.
These days I never know what I might say that will ignite your hostility. Even the simplest, most innocently intended statements seem to set you off. It is OK that you disagree with me. But it is not OK for you to be cruel and rude in your expression of that disagreement. I am growing increasingly afraid to be in the same room with you. My only protections from argument (as opposed to discussion) are to avoid your presence or to keep my mouth shut. This house is just too small for that kind of isolationism.
I started this letter by saying that I was sorry. What I am sorry about is the fact that we seem to no longer be friends. You have moved on to a place where everything is worthless. Where only what you think is right, and that because nothing has any meaning. You make a point of sharing your pain and frustration with every one around yow who cares by subjecting them to your ill temper. Sometimes this is a happy house. But not when you are here. The darkness follows you in the door like a cloud of flies behind a man who refuses to wipe his ass. Buddy, I love you and am thankful for the good you have done me. but I'm not here to be used for toilet paper. Find another way to deal with your problems besides abusing me.
Aden