The Fair-Voiced One (musecalliopeia) wrote in phonesexworkers,
The Fair-Voiced One
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Cross-Posted, Thought It Needed Saying

Y'know... I've gone through a pretty wide gamut of emotions today: frustration, indignation, sadness, melancholy, loneliness, excitement, joy, and then winding right back at fury.



Mike and I have been having some problems of late (well... for quite a while, now) - he is having difficulty dealing with my health problems, and I'm having problems making my illnesses go away. Last night, we had a rather huge fight. In fact, I asked him how he would feel if I kept saying to him (as he's said to me) "I don't know how much longer I can deal with this." He said that he'd 'finally get the hint and say "Bye!"'. :(

When I wrote about this in the migraines, one response I got back made me think really hard: "If your boyfriend can't except the limitations that your body has, you might want to reconsider the relationship. Extra stress is not good on the body, especially when suffering from a migraine." And she's right. So I talked to Mike (calmly this time) about it. We're going to try to find things that we can do together that are fun (as it would appear that Mike doesn't feel like it's much of a relationship if I have to [as he put it] 'sit in the corner all the time'). We played a game of Scrabble this afternoon for the first time in ages.

The melancholy/loneliness thing was triggered by Mike's decision to go down to see nicodemusrat, kit_ping, and 3catsjackson without me. I'm not saying I should've gone - my head is killing me, but it means I get left alone (well... except for Autumn... she's always here) for this afternoon, tonight, and until he gets home tomorrow. I'm OK with it, but I'm just wishing that things didn't have to be this way.

The positive emotions I felt today were primarily focused around a) getting to play Scrabble with Mike, and b) receiving two things from an eBay seller. I now own my very own alexandrite!! OK, it's lab-created, because, let's face it, a one-carat natural alexandrite costs the moon, but it's *real*. And it's tres cool walking around at home, watching it change color. :) [For those who didn't know, alexandrite is my birthstone - I owned a small pair of simulated alexandrite earrings years ago, but simulated is apparently not the same thing as lab-created: they were a real pale lavender-pink, and they didn't change color with the light.] Anyway, it's gorgeous. So's the Tanzanite ring I bought for my mom for Mother's Day. :) [Though I like it so much, I might just keep it. ;)]

And then we come to the 'fury' portion of this entry:
I looked at my email before Mike left, and found that he had sent me something titled, "Do me a favor?" Here was the text of the message:
If anyone is going to be in the Pittsburg area on May 3, would you do me a favor and beat the living shit out of Fred Phelps and his mindless minions for me? I'm afraid I won't be able to make it. Thanks!


Enclosed in this email was a URL: Mr. Rogers' Memorial

To summarize, this guy is planning to go to Fred Rogers' memorial service, and protest in whatever way his weasely little heart desires. Why? Because Mr. Rogers didn't preach against same-sex practices. Because Mr. Rogers' church apparently condones same-sex marriages and the ordination of gay and lesbian ministers. Because he's a close-minded bigot asshole.

He apparently went to the memorial of Matt Shepard and walked around out in front of the church, carrying a sign saying that the unfortunate man (who was robbed and then beaten so severely that his skull shattered and penetrated the brain stem - all because he was gay) was now residing in hell, and good riddance.

*deep breath*

My dad has affectionately said of me that I am 'so openminded, one day [your] brain will fall out'. I tend not to judge other people, because in every case, people have reasons for doing, saying, and believing as they do. And since my beliefs are not terribly mainstream, I try not to judge in the hope that others will not judge me, either. ['Do unto others as you would have them do unto you', as Dad taught me.]

But this is beyond the pale.

A new emotion registers: complete and utter disgust.
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