As a follow up from a few days ago, I'm still not entirely sure why I'm so angry. After all, I have encountered assholes before.

I think I thought we were friends, and friends don't act this way to each other. 

I think I felt you were playing some strange game with me, instead of being genuine. I hate that. I learned long ago that people see through us easier than we might expect, so we're better off not trying to hide these things. These days when I have to speak to large groups, I'm just as nervous, but the difference is I go in with the assumption my audience already knows I'm quite shy, awkward, sometimes too straightforward, and quite judgemental. Since they know, I can be nervous and still myself. 

Which is a long way of saying, why bother playing games? It's an insult to my intelligence - the assumption I won't notice - and highly distasteful. I cannot find a strong enough word. I hate such behaviour.

And finally, "I'm sorry I made you angry" is not an apology. Apologize for what you did, you neanderthal, you scum, sewer-rat, dog breath. Did no one teach you this? It's certainly not my job to educate you. 

But I think we're past that, as I have been trying to convey. Remember boundaries? Remember my nicely worded "fuck off"? You little shit. Fuck out of my life, please. I should not have let you in.