12.03.07
Infinite hiata
Against the advice of my attorney, I’m going to issue a statement.
Early last month, I decided I was getting real sick of Richard’s accusations of being negative and pessimistic all the time. He’d pegged me as some dude who “doesn’t understand [things] despite [his] intelligence,” and he started writing off my opinions by telling me that I just didn’t understand.
I was like, “Fine. I don’t want to understand your silly emotions anyway.” Of course, I didn’t say this to him so bluntly. Instead, I pulled up notepad and knocked out a letter of resignation.
Hm. I wonder if Richard has yet to read that letter in its entirety. I remember what happened the day I sent it to him, and it only added to my vexation. For you see, after I told him that I had sent him an email and that he should read and think it over before getting back to me, he told me he was tired. Yeah. “Tired.” I got that excuse from him a lot, actually, and I always wondered why he couldn’t just get more sleep and be done with it. But I digress.
After he purportedly napped, he came back and IMed me a single cryptic phrase: “tl:dr.” At first, I didn’t know what it meant. I pretended the comment was a typo of some sort and told him to take some time to think it over.
Little did I know, “tl:dr” is e-shorthand for “it was Too Long, so I Didn’t Read it all.” Yeah, I was bummed out after I found that out, a week later. It made me wonder why I even bothered drafting the thing (admittedly, it WAS pretty long). It also made me all the more eager to drop him as one might drop a lagging opponent in a game of Starcraft.
Sorry Dan, but just because you didn’t read it, it doesn’t mean I didn’t quit. And if you did read it, you seem to have ignored most of what I stipulated as terms of reconciliation. That’s not how this stuff works, man.
Well, anyway, all this went down on and around Nov. 7. Since then, I’ve been touch-and-go with the dude. Haven’t visited this site at all until a couple days ago when he asked me to opine on the new layouts he was testing. And, while pleasantly surprised by the sudden spike in activity, I have no intention of coming back.
This site is for Richard and friends. I wouldn’t describe myself as a Richard or a friend. It’s really that simple. Oh and just like he don’t I don’t sync anymore, yous and I aren’t really on the same page, either.
Besides the fact that we don’t listen to the same music, dress the same way, have the same goals in life, share the same views, talk the same way, or have the same interests; I’m just at a different point in my life than are you folk. You see, I’m actually two years older than Richard, and I happen to be 5-6 months from earning my bachelor’s degrees in psychology and child development. So, even if you guys listened to hip-hop instrumentals and smooth nu-jazz; dressed in slacks, khakis, and sweaters (in the winter at least); wanted a structured and simple lifestyle; were into sports, manga, and writing — even if we were congruent and perfectly symmetrical — we’re at different points in our lives, and we wouldn’t see things eye-to-eye. The things that concern me don’t seem to concern you yet, and the urgency I feel in preparing for graduate school doesn’t jibe with your youthful nonchalance.
Anyway, the “tl:dr” version of all this? We’re two different, too different cats. I’m going one way, and you’re going another.
Take care, y’all. The melodious wayfarer, over and out.