James: Epilogue

I have too many friends in common with James to ignore him. I tried ignoring him, and not leaving posts on his blog or what have you, giving him time to chill out about it. No good. James is very good at being sedintary. He's almost as stubborn as I am. Almost.

I left a reply to him on Kaylee's Journal, which I wish I hadn't, in retrospect. I almost thought I was making progress. Oh, and just for completion, the deleted comments James left are available here and here only, thanks to Gmail. The first one, in responce to my "What do you expect me to say?" post actually got two replies, first looking like this:

You see? You can never agree with anyone on anything. Everyone else who comments on my journal is supportive, that's really the reason why I keep my journal, and also one of the reasons you were banned. You don't have to say you will change things for me, just agree like a normal person would when someone talks about something thats stressing them. It's called lying, Greg. Sometimes it's good to lie if it makes someone feel better. Sometimes it's better to say "sorry to hear that" or "I know how you feel" instead of "too bad" or "its not my problem".

I don't want to see another argumentative post from you on my journal or on any threads I make. You need to learn to be nice.

. Then, he deleted that and replaced it with this:

You see? You can never agree with anyone on anything. Everyone else who comments on my journal is supportive, that's really the reason why I keep my journal, and also one of the reasons you were banned. You don't have to say you will change things for me, just agree like a normal person would when someone talks about something thats stressing them. It's called lying, Greg. Sometimes it's good to lie if it makes someone feel better. Sometimes it's better to say "sorry to hear that" or "I know how you feel" instead of "too bad" or "its not my problem".

A debate happens when both people agree to have one. If I don't want to debate, then you're starting a fight. You want to fight? Let's fuckin fight greg. Let's see where that goes. Why do I seem more prepared for life than you do? I may not be able to handle a lot of stress but at least I know when to shut my fuckin mouth.

I don't want to see another argumentative post from you on my journal or on any threads I make. You need to learn to be nice. That means the answer is "okay" and "I'm sorry". You started a fight by being completely insensative, and now I expect an apology. You don't want to accept you're wrong? Fine. Defend every mistake you make to you death, and know that not once in your life did a positive sentence come out of your mouth.

*Sighs*. The last thing he sent is just depressing. I know it's bullshit, but if I call him on it, it'll just make him angry. Ah well, I'll make him angry. He's angry half the time anyway, through no fault of my own. And I know I'm right here. He always tells me I never admit when I was wrong. That's not true. I'll admit it when you prove me wrong, but James, you've yet to prove me wrong.