The closest thing you'll get to an apology

It has come to my attention that the losers that are mentioned here actually have some friends. Even more shocking is that some of their friends are my friends as well. Kinda strange how that works. >.>


In light of this startling discovery, I'd like to say to those friends of mine (who are perfectly entitled to have lapses into poor character judgement), no, I don't have anything against you and neither do Connie or Kiyo for all I know. It's true that maybe I just got off on the wrong foot with that friend of yours that I'd like to club over the head with a spiked leg of lamb, but it's sorta their own fault since they took that wrong footing, made it fall to the ground like a drunk guy with an inner-ear infection, and then basically just kicked it in the crotch with a steel-toed boot when it was down.


I try to like everyone I come into contact with. I really do. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt the first few times they mess-up epically or say stupid/rude/elitist/irritating things or seem to not understand the concept of any written language, let alone English. NO ONE CAN SAY I DON'T MAKE AN EFFORT TO LIKE EVERYONE. But some people refuse to be liked or even tolerated.


And so, to finally get to the point I was trying to make, just because I hate the thought of someone and you happen to be their friend, that doesn't mean I hate (or would hate if we haven't met yet) you. You quite possibly are one of my favourite people. We could be the best of cuddle buddies with inside jokes and secret passwords and made-up holidays and synchronized avatars and all that good stuff. 


~Poe