Enough is Damned Well Enough

I know it's been awhile, but I've been rather busy being extraordinarily happy, and simultaneously shedding unnecessary drama. This is an open letter to someone who desperately needs to grow up, and just for the fuck of it, it can apply to multiple people, so if you're inclined to bombard me with messages asking if it's about you, it just might be.

Dear entirely too over-dramatic person:

You wouldn't be in the situation you're in, dare I say any of the situations you've been in, if you hadn't consistently and thoroughly fucked with the people trying to help you. You're burning bridges, nay... you're packing them out with a magnanimous helping of C-4 and giggling with glee has you push the plunger. You can't staple your god damned hand to your forehead and cry "woe is me" afterward. You can't dance around acting all hard, stubborn, and aggressive, yet simultaneously whinge and moan about how nobody wants to be around you. You can't haul eighty tons of baggage around and expect people to jump at the chance to pull you out from under it and watch you dig back in. It's like telling a child not to touch the stove because it's hot. After the eleventy-billionth time, you realize you're just going to have to let them touch the fucking stove. You can't run off with other people's shit and expect them to be okay with it. You can't rack up bills in other people's name and expect them to just keep tossing cash at the problem. This isn't church, sweety, it's life. It's time to catch up with the rest of us. The attention-seeking behaviour is too much. You can't keep putting yourself in shitty situations and reaching out for help only to kick your rescuers in the taint before scurrying back into the shitty situations.

Well, I suppose you can do all those things...

But if you do, you absolutely cannot claim you're stronger then the people trying to help you.

Until you get your own shit straight, any opinion you offer on others' decisions is tantamount to the melody of a two-year old screaming at the top of his lungs for more food that he won't eat because he doesn't want to go to bed. We all know you're tired. We aren't the problem.

Any argument you offer is invalid.

Take a fucking nap.

You've burned so many people with your bullshit that we could unionize.

That being said, I've extended my hand to you yet again, but with the apprehension of someone who knows he's shaking the hand of a prankster. If you're palming a buzzer...

I.

Will.

Punch you.