Dear Anonymous

my life is not a reality show that you can just tune in on and criticize as an anonymous spectator. you don't really have much positive to say, and you get your kicks and giggles by sitting on the internet all day reading the journals of complete strangers and then criticizing their existance. this only seemingly points out serious problems within yourself, not me. you pride yourself on being an intellect, that much is obvious by your consuetude of phrazing, which means that there probably isn't much i can say to you to convince you of how rediculous what you are doing really is. but that much is understandable, as intellectuals often suffer from pride almost as tragically immense as my own. you also seemingly hold fast to anonymity. why, i wonder? me thinks it is an attempts at internal security on your behalf. but know this, if there is an unhealthy amount of narcissism being passed around on this site, i feel safe in declaring that i am not the only one. after all, i am not the anonymous commentor with the swolen head who criticises strangers from the safety of their cozy computer chair. i am aware that you did not use the word "sophmoric" in meaning of my educational standing, but as an intellect, somewhere along this weary journey, you must have discovered the concept of "pun" (a play on words), as well as "sarcasm" (which i even went to the length of pointing out in my text). also, "solipsistic": "I think, therefore I am." an interesting theory involving much thought. but if we're going to start up with the psychological disorder name calling, i might choose to rebut with "sociopathic".

ya know... why am i even going to the lengths of defending myself? it is one of my many weaknesses, my insecurites, i suppose. but take note of the two commentors above you. they are called "friends". these are people who are concerned on a personal level about me and who i share a mutual concern for. they are the only ones who i accept constructive criticism from because they have earned that privilage in their character, their wisdom, and their display of true concern by sacrifice. they are who i write both text and music for. whether or not a stranger can appreciate that SHOULD make no difference to me, but again, i am flawed as you so astoundedly pointed out. who would have thought that i, a human being, would be flawed? give yourself a pat on the back and thanks a ton for playing! but the previous commentors are just two friends. i have a list one mile long of friends who would die for me and likewise. a true narcissist would find it quite difficult to find himself immersed in such a circle of love as i have been blessed with. so just stop pretending to know who i am by the very little that i write. it is disturbing. finally i appologize that i take this out on you, but it is not the first time that i've had some "know-it-all" come to my site and pretend to understand me better than i do myself. they were much like you in that they too assumed an anonymous figure. TOO MUCH FREE TIME!

summarized: leave me alone.