Hurt. Distressed. Sad. Vexed and Venting. Writing it out is the only way I can deal with this right now. So please forgive the rant. I promise that: Funny. Cheerful. Positive. If occasionally Entertaining. Good News posts, will resume shortly.
Dear Dreams Thereto*.
I would like to thank you for the wonderful message you left on our answering machine today. I must confess that since the last one of it’s kind left only a few moons ago, I have not had the pleasure of listening to someone be so forthright and acerbic. To hear the words coming out of your mouth, to know that every syllable was uttered with conviction, feeling and a deep belief that your view is always right, left me with a feeling that is beyond my ability to express in words. But what touched me most was knowing that the contemptuous tone in which you uttered every phrase was only used with your deepest regards for my well-being and with the greatest of affection that you hold for me.
I would like to point out, however, for future reference that leaving messages in which you proceed to belittle me, call me names, and are just generally unpleasant, scathing and caustic will not entice me to actually pick up the phone and return your call. Which makes this sadly a rather large game of Catch 22. Thank you for your understanding.
Yours always.
*Anagrammed. Simply because she deserves that much.