Hypothetically speaking

Have you ever been in the situation where someone does or say or thinks or believes something about you that is so off the wall ridiculous that you can’t believe they actually bought into it?

And since they believe it they are convinced it is gospel truth and they go around telling other people these awful untrue things about you.  Eventually they get to someone who really matters to you and they tell them this garbage.  Which by itself wouldn’t be so bad, I mean after all, it’s laughable really to those who understand.

But to those who don’t, and to those who trust and believe in the people spreading this ridiculous crap about you, which has a few grains of truth to it, but really not much, hearing this nonsense is confusing and painful.

And when you find out that these trusting people are being fed lies and they believe it (because really why wouldn’t they, they trust the people telling them) and you see that your actions, when taken out of context and twisted and tainted and rolled in bullshit, hurts those you care about, you feel like shit.

And it makes you want to scream at the people spreading these ridiculous lies.  You want to fire off scathing emails telling them that that people in glass houses should not throw stones.  That they really should look at their own twisted up dysfunctional lives before they go around trying to poison the minds of others when they don’t have their facts right.  You want to throw them all under the bus and run them down, repeatedly until the pleasure wears off or the bus runs out of gas.

Or you want to blog about it so that your side, the rest of the story can be told, and the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth untarnished and untwisted can be told.

And you want the whole unjustness of the whole situation to be revealed so that your readers can side with you and come to your defense and prepare to hang the destroyers of your reputation.  You want to take the idiots dirty laundry (that is a matter of public record) and air it all over the internet (or at least your blog) so as to take away a fuckton some of their credibility.

You want to set some of those idiots down, because well they are new to that particular group of idiots and they don’t know the history.  They just know the idiots version of things and since the idiots don’t like to visit reality much, let alone live there, their innocence in the whole situation is about as believable as OJ’s.  You want to set the new people down and show them, concrete proof that what you are saying is true and that you’re not the evil wicked witch whore slut bitch they want them to believe you are. You want to warn her about what she is walking into, that the price of admission is her soul and that she will never be free of them again. No matter what.  That eventually the rose colored glasses fall off, the blue pills run out, and she will make a mistake. Then the storm that rages just under the surface, the one everyone pretends isn’t there, will no longer be held at bay.

Yeah, that’s not going to happen here.  Because I know that if I do all of that, it will be playing into their hands and I’ll look crazy and as if it actually bothers me and as if I actually care.  I will once again take the high road, explain the situation to those who need the explanation, in a fair calm manner without accusations and insults.  While inside I rage and scream and want their blood to spill and their heads on platters for this bullshit that never seems to end.

I will keep quiet because to confront this head on will only inflate the drama and make it worse for little ones who don’t need to be in the middle.  I can see this, no one else can.  And while my sense of justice screams MAKE THEM PAY, my love says, leave it alone.  Less damage will be done if you leave it alone.