Well, I need something today. I feel crappy and useless and not very loveable.
If you are reading this, you are someone that I think highly of. What do you think of me? Why do you put up with my shit? Am I as mean to you as I feel like I am? 🙁
Well, I need something today. I feel crappy and useless and not very loveable.
If you are reading this, you are someone that I think highly of. What do you think of me? Why do you put up with my shit? Am I as mean to you as I feel like I am? 🙁
my friends page loads a blank page
Oh jeeze do I need to go there AGAIN, every time I do you get annoyed at me
I think you are a good person. I think you are a loyal friend. I admire your bluntness at times. You know how to make a group of sleepy hungry Fezzis smile. You are interesting and beyond my previous experiences.
I don’t find you to be overly mean. You get snarky at times, but so do we all. I put up with whatever small amount of shit that you actually fling in my direction (not much at all, if any really) because I consider you a friend. That’s what friends do. Hugs and love dear.
I find you really fun to be around. We haven’t spent much time together, but the time we have spent together has been fun, and you are interesting, smart, outgoing, friendly, sometimes a bit come and go, but *I* like you. I think you’re great. Your enthusiasm for everything, your passion for life and what you do in yours, is incredibly inspiring.
don’t change much, grow, learn, expand… but don’t give up that spark that makes you you. The best thing about storms is that even when they’re angry, they’re beautiful to be around.
*well…
I like you for who you are…shit and all…Why?…You’re real and I would rather know the real you than some liquified version…*
And, you are sexy when you are sitting in a booth at a restaurant by yourself reading and eating…
I find you to be a vastly interesting person. Yes, I think you can be moody but that’s not so strange. It happens. I’m honestly looking foward to meeting you irl.
*HUGS*
Cosmic
I think you’re great. I really enjoying getting to know you, and I hope we can keep getting to know eath other. (Maybe in person more? Come dancing girl! I just learned how to lead in waltz and I’m looking for practice
victimspartners)I put up with your shit because you are embarking on something new to you (Re: Puppy, revalations to your family etc) and that’s scary as hell. For some unknown reason you think my advice is worth something, so I’m happy to give it.
You have never once been mean to me.
You are a wonderful person, and I dig your ability to get along with so many folks. You are fun and easy to live with, and I thank you for having gotten to do so. Even before we moved in together, and hopefully after we’ve moved on, I felt you were a great woman with a good head on her shoulders.
I do not feel that you’ve been mean to me. There have been occasions when I feel our differences more, but those differences are part of what makes it neat to know one another. I admire you for the life you lead, and for having lived through the crap in your past. You and I think differently, and that may feel like bitchiness when our thinking vibes cross.
Sweetie, I think that you’re smart, determined, focused, caring, loving, wonderful… so very many things. I lack words. Putting up with you, as you put it, is a lovely thing, because you let me in, to know you, to comfort you, to care about and for you. And you do all of those things for me. You’re honest with me, and often blunt, but I’ve not seen you be mean or cruel out of malice. You get snarky, but you know I like snarky bitches. And mean to me… no, hon, I’m not sure you’ve ever been mean to me.
I like you because you always startle me. I don’t know you well, but there are a lot more sides to you than I had expected.
As far as I know, you’ve never been mean to me. I think the only time I’ve seen you other than at a party (or the Plough or other group things) was when you gave me a ride somewhere (can’t remember where), which is pretty clearly the opposite of mean. 😉
Because you are a bondage slut with a brain. Need we more excuses to love?
To quote today’s fortune cookie from the Pho restraunt: There is no remedy for love but to love more” So there ya go, blame the fuckin’ fortune cookie.
I think you’re pretty nifty. You’re fun and nice and energetic and driven. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be mean. You’re a little more pointed than most, but as far as I’m concerned, as long as one keeps the reigns on the malicious intent we all feel sometime — and I’ve never seen you drop them — that’s a Good Thing. 🙂
Karen By Night… as in the Jill Sobule song? or other cooincidence (says a woman who got her LJ name from a Dar Williams track)
Yes, indeed, as in the Jill Sobule song. 🙂
I think you’re a lovely, vicacious, intellegent, and sexy young woman who’s going through some “growth” about now. I don’t exactly put up with shit, but I do give you patience – as much for my sanity as for altruism.
And you are only rarely as mean to me as you might think. Usually you are kind, supportive, and your company is a blessing.
I put up with your shit because I like you, a lot.
And, for some reason, I want you to like me.
I think you are very strong, and I look up to you because of that. You’ve probably done hundreds of things I would never dare to. When you feel strongly about something, you don’t temporize or avoid the subject, you jump right in and let people know how you feel. I wish I could be more like you in that regard.
I don’t think you’ve been mean to me. In recent months, you _do_ seem to have been managing to take anything I say the wrong way, but I’ll chalk that up to the fact that text is a shitty communication medium. I really miss seeing you in person!
Obviously I think you’re pretty damn cool. There are definitely times that you seem to feel unloveable partly ’cause I’ll argue vigorously with you – and I’ll say again, that I argue vigorously with you because I respect you. The alternative is for me to not consider somebody worth the trouble. And you? You’re worth the trouble.
And honestly, you *have* been trouble at times. And I put up with it because the good has always, always, always outweighed the bad. Hugely.
I feel like you’ve very occasionally been a bit mean to me, but mostly you’ve just been blunt. Mean is strongly tolerable, especially if it comes packaged with truth you didn’t otherwise want to give me. Blunt is really good.
(hug)
Note:I deleted my original comment because I found a word that I had misused.
I put up with your shit because you’re worth it. Sometimes you can be a hurtful but I tend not to be bothered by it because I know you have your off days. Here is why I stay your friend even if you piss me off sometimes:
A) I know and care about you
B) If I am having a bad day and am being gripey, crabby, anti-social or suffering from momentary social skills impairment I know that you generally won’t hold anything that mistakingly gets aimed at you against me until after we have had a chance to talk about it at a later date/time.
C) You are one of the people that I can send an email too saying that “I am just not being up to being social” as a way of RSVP for an event who responds with empathy and understanding. I value that highly.
D) One of the reasons I respect you is that you were upfront and honest about some aspects of your personal and medical history. Knowing these things makes it easy for me to think,” Ok, she’s having an off day, she will let me know when she wants my company”. This makes spending time with you low on guilt, high in pleasure and very-very consensual.
E) I know you will not take it personally, in the long term, if I can not be around you when you are in a mood toward me.
F) All of these things means that my friendship with you ranks highly on a scale of consensual relationships I have. You are likely in the top 10 of the most consensual relationships I am in.
(hug)
Darlin’, you’ve never been mean to me, at least not by my perception.
You have blown me off at times, and I dislike that, but I didn’t take it personally because I didn’t think it was meant that way. (And when people treat me that way on purpose, I remove myself from their lives so they can’t do it again.)
Why do I like you? I dunno, why does anybody like anybody? I think it’s all chemical and hormonal at some levels, but that does take all the fun out of it, doesn’t it?
What do I think of you? Well, you remind me of myself at that age a lot, which I think I’ve told you. And I liked myself then (although my present self sometimes cringes at the choices my past self made). So it’s good to see you being you, being wild like I enjoyed being. And I like you in quiet moments, too, you know.
Why do I put up with your shit? Actually, I don’t put up with your shit. Unless we have very different definitions of “put up with” and “shit”.
Kiss-hug. Stand up and stretch, okay?
i don’t feel like you’ve ever been mean to someone I know. I know you have never been mean to me.
I think you’re feisty (which I appreciate and admire) and you’re blunt (which I am, too), but mostly I like that you are honest and real. When I think of “your shit”, I think of your baggage/history. Which either doesn’t impact me, or can be a source of bonding. You’re the one who has to wake up with your nightmares, not me. I can just offer the support and caring and friendship that I can, as I can.
‘k, haven’t read all the comments so don’t know if I’m duplicating,
plus I’ve had 2 ciders so am tipsyish…
1) I don’t think your shit is “shit”.
2) you’ve never been mean to me or anyone around me.
3) I like you b/c like me, you are exploring your shadow.
we all gots shadows, all god’s chillun gots shadows. Yours are scarier than mine. I would be scared by yours. I am unreasonably proud of the wrestling match you continue to have with your shadows.
4) I think you’re cool and fun and want to have more time with you and your brain. You’re also (fwiw) one of the very damn few women I have wondered about kissing.
5) I dig you. I liked your Hobbit lesson plan ideas and will prolly use more of them in future lessons. Like next year. You’re smart and fun and kind of shiney. and I just dig you. That’s all.
I don’t find you mean… quite the contrary, actually. I find you honest and caring and compassionate. Then again, to be fair, you have never been angry with me to the best of my knowledge. That does not invalidate that I think that you are intelligent and caring. You appear to learn from your mistakes, which says a lot in my opinion. Do I have you on a pedestal and think you are perfect? Nope. Not my job 🙂
Well, the answers I started out with that first night…
“Hey, hot shoes. Hot naked! Your hand is going where!?? I can be as mean to her as I feel like I am…”
But now they would be stuff about how smart and cool and witty and fun to dance with and supportive a friend you are. Which just doesn’t read as well.
I haven’t had to put up with much shit.
I have however always found a warm, and supportive friend in you. You have been understanding and patient with me, in my own moody bitch moments, and that is rare and hard to come by. You’re driven, intelligent, and you have an openness and willingness to be self reflective that is above and beyond your hottest quality.
I like you. I think I’d even put up wiht shit from you, because you have shown me I can trust you to hold yourself emotionally responsible even when you do fuck up.
Can I have a hug now? It makes me want to cry that you are so fucking far away. 😉
No. I like you. I don’t want to get into your pants, but I like you. As for the feeling means, get over it.
I think of you as bouncy and friendly and infecting the people around you with cheer and energy, even sometimes when you seem not to have much of it yourself. And it astounds me that nobody has used the word “bouncy” (or “bounce”) in any of the previous comments!
I think of you as the person who, when I went to a party where I knew nobody except for the two people who brought me, started talking to me and flirting with me right away, and set my mood for a fun, social evening where I met people and had a great time. You opened the social gate and made me feel part of it, within the first half hour, and I no longer felt like a stranger in the midst of people who all knew each other.
When I think of you I think of fun. Of dancing and kissing and playing and talking to friends.
I see that you’ve already received a lot of great responses, as you deserve to.
And btw – good job asking. I know it’s a hard thing to do. I’m proud of you for doing it.
Absolutely. You are a vicious, snarky bitch and I love that. I’m sick and tired of all these mealy-mouthed, try-to-please-everyone types. I love the fact that you can call a spade a spade and tell a fucker to fuck off. I love the fact that you have the balls to do that. I love you for knowing when it’s important to call someone out and smack some sense into them, and when it’s necesary to nod and say yes and smile sweetly. I admire youre inner strength- you’ve gone through far more than I could ever go through, and have come out a much stronger, smarter and nicer person than I ever could. You don’t take shit and you don’t dish it out. You play hard, but you play fair. You’re an amazing person. That’s what I think of you, that’s why I put up with your shit.
I think you’re pretty awesome. I totally don’t regret dating you, and I’m glad you’ve stuck around as a friend, even if you don’t make it to enough dance events anymore.
You’ve been mean to me once, and that wasn’t really intentional on your part. When I’ve seen you be mean to others, you’ve had more than enough reason to be.
Of course you are a bitch.
You are a :
B – brainy
I – irreplaceable
T- terrific
C – cutey pie … and a
H- hip, happening, babe.
So there. Now, you just gotta learn to live with it.
You’re not mean honey. You’re just not. You’re sweet and honest and couragous, that’s what you are.
You have never once been mean to me. Ever. When ever I see you, you make an effort to reach out and physically touch me. I am tactile… this means much to me that you do so. Wether we have been leaning on eachother for mutual support, or that first time I got to play with your hair or giggling over snacks at Dickens… I have enjoyed every moment I have spent with you. You matter to me.. I love you as I love all who I call friend. Maybe a little more because I related to your experience when we spoke.
Hugs and love and tons of support sent your way.
I don’t know you that well, our conversations have been on the surface and not in the depths of ourselves, however I do think well of you and think that you’re a spiffy person.
Can’t help with the crappy, but I’ve never felt you were useless, or not very lovable.
You’re a straightforward person. While I have no doubt that you can *do* subtle, it’s not your main characteristic, and what other people might see as “mean”, is usually just “cutting to the chase”. I’ve also never seen you be mean to someone who hasn’t deserved it.
I put up with all that, because it’s worth it. You’re smart. You can talk intelligently about things that matter to you. You have some of the most interesting dichotomies in your hobbies that I can’t help but be fascinated.
The easy one – I don’t think you’ve ever been mean to me. I’m glad you have my back.
I’m going to classify ‘putting up with my shit’ to mean you’re moody. Yes, you are, but I don’t feel that I’m “putting up with” anything. It’s part of the territory, it’s what I signed up for when I decided I wanted you as a friend.
What do I think of you? I value you. I love that you can just cut to the chase. You’re hard-headed sometimes, but at least admit that. You don’t brook stupidity.
You make me think, you’re smart and you make me look good on a dance floor. You make me laugh, and sometimes shake my head in disbelief.
What’s more to say?
(catching up still)
I don’t really know you well enough to tell you what I think of you beyond a few things, but I think highly of you. I don’t think you are mean; I think you are direct and candid, with strong boundaries, and I find that refreshing and nice. When I thought I had offended you recently, you responded maturely and non-beligerantly, which I respect (maybe I spend too much time online if that’s something I feel I can’t expect anymore). I admire you for having the courage to make this post.
I haven’t seen any shit yet, so I don’t know what to put up with.
You are a very strong person, and even though we haven’t talked that much since high school, I wish you the best.
I love you. Sometimes things hurt me, but I don’t feel that anything comes from being malicious or mean, just from you hurting inside. When you lash out, you recognize what has happened and you deal with it. As long as we continue to communicate and share all the great positive things we have together, I have no reason not to “put up with your shit.”
I think you are a very honest, open, brave, smart, loving, fierce, resiliant, compassionate, sharptongued and quickwitted, cuddly, blunt, charismatic, motivated, respectful of boundaries, humorous, fiery, moral, vunerable and strong person. I know you’d never knowing give me a false impression about something, and you’ll tell me when you see or hear me or anyone else you care about say or do something stupid. You’re good at loving people for who they are, and the only times you’ve been snarky that I’ve seen are either due to a temporary physical or emotional condition (tired, hurting), or when the person _really_ deserved it. I admire your fire, drive and determination; I envy your strength and outspokenness; I respect your intelligence, passion and goofiness. I value your thoughts and advice, and I really like how I feel that you’ll always make time for me, even if I don’t call you as often as I’d like to talk with you.
I think we have different definitions of shit… or maybe I should ask why you put up with mine… I like all the parts of you that I’ve seen, even the prickly vindictive-protective parts, because I know that’s partly how you had to cope, and I can generally see where it’s really coming from.
Mean… You could be a lot meaner to me. In fact, my boy has standing orders that you’re allowed to do whatever you want with me, whenever you want, however you want, with as many jellybeans as you want =)
On the serious side, no, I don’t recall that you’ve ever been mean to me.