zarth

I don't like to air this crap publicly, but, as with the confrontation itself, he's already taken it there, and in spades, and an answer - at least a dignified one - is scarcely out of turn at this juncture.

By this point, I have to say, he just seems to be making himself ridiculous. "Mess with the bull, get the horns"? I can't even repeat that without laughing. It's, like, straight out of Internet Tough-Guy magazine. All while accusing me of taking our "internet buckwaas" too seriously.

He chose his attacks for maximum effect, and I can't deny an element of truth to certain parts of his description of me (angst-ridden and jobless, specifically), but his conceptualization of me is so twisted, and so obviously a projection of his own threatened ego, that they fail to even scratch me. I'm a flawed man, and that I do not contest by any means. I know I'm flawed, and I'm working on that. And that's the most critical difference between myself, broken (and slowly mending) as I am, and that frightened little boy in rich man's clothes with his angry bark and tragically shriveled heart.

He puts out all that sound and fury so as not to notice. At this point, I actually pity him.

I don't come to that lightly.