Oh, man I'm still getting pounded for that article about my dentist! WTH? Now I have a careless, numb heart! Sheesh.
I don't understand why they won't let it drop. They're sending me email saying, "Let this drop, okay?" but I'm still getting comments about it. Am I supposed to just stop talking and let them say whatever they want? They're not reading my messages clearly!
I feel like I'm having an argument with someone about something we both agree on!
Think I might get kicked out of here for pissing people off? Am I going to have to check the names of hygenists before I have my teeth cleaned? Will I wake up one morning to find my mailbox glued shut with toothpaste, or "numb heart" written in toothpaste and floss on my car windshield?!?
It's impressive that the good doctor (I'm not using his name because they're obviously doing searches on it) inspired such loyalty in his staff, and I daresay he'd probably find this rather amusing. I'm not finding it very amusing, though, and I resent people telling me I'm cold and heartless.
My neice died last September at the tender age of 20 years old in a terrible car accident. It rocked the family to the core and still makes me cry when I think of it. But I'm not out trolling the Internet loooking for people who say something about it, telling them they're cold and heartless. There were kids who posted that the accident "rocked" because of the blood. Did I hunt them down on their MySpace page and tell them they were horrible cretins? No. Why? Because it didn't matter. Nothing they or anyone else said or could say is going to change a damned thing. Sammie is dead and she's not coming back.
I will forever have locked in my mind the picture of her in her open casket (which I think was a mistake, but that wasn't my call). She didn't look human. She was gray, her head was shaped like a ball with extra folds of skin lying around her neck. Her eyes were pulled to the sides and she looked an awful lot like those drawings of "gray aliens."
So don't tell me I have a cold heart or don't know what misery this caused. I know, and I deal with it as it suits me and my personality. If you don't like it, don't read it. So there.