Female Rejection.

How dare you. How dare you imply that I retain no honor. How dare you give me such disrespect. How dare you call me a fucking liar! But you know what burns me most? Is that you say I lied about the statement, given to me by a friend. That you basically called them a liar. HOW DARE YOU! You blindly charge in, you rant and rave, you make wild claims and refuse to listen to my calmed voice. You bum-rushed a beast that is whispering to you. Shouldn't that have been the sign, the suggestion that you were making a mistake? That you were wrong? No. Of course not. And that is why I sent not only my friend, but theirs and the armies aligned with after you. That is why everyone is yelling at you now. That is why everyone is clearing up that you are wrong. That you are dishonorable. That you are disrespectful. That you, lied. Fuck you, says my coat of arms. Fuck you, says Kalvara.

Tell me, and I'll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I'll understand. - American Indian Proverb

I don't like my friends, most of them anyway. I don't like my government, nor do I like the way I'm expected to be. Am I having another anti-social session? Am I losing that barrier, that shield, that tie that keeps me in place? Am I going to finally snap and unleash upon everything? Nah, too bothersome. But why am I so damned stubborn? So determined? So resiliant of the repetition that continues? I hate it, I dislike it, I favor something different. I let the changes that occur naturally float by, without standing by any of them with interest. This time it isn't for the honor. It's for the doubt. Doubt me.