
Originally Posted by
Stephanie
Chet, you work for a paycheck, you complain about it frequently, and you talk smack about your patients and coworkers, and how much you dislike your job. You talk about wanting another job or to move to another country.
You've paid for my meal once. The two times you've talked up wanting to give me a gift, you didn't do it either time. I've never seen you as a go-to person for financial help. Remember when I wanted that Netbook, and you were willing to sell it to me for $300? That's about as far as that goes. You never tell me anything about myself you respect or admire. You are not generous with money or words, at least ad far as my experience goes. Or time. You have done and said really fucked up things to me. It's absurd, but doesn't surprise me you want to paint yourself inore honorable colors in a public forum.
You don't understand my inner battle because you don't have it. I don't hate myself. I just want to be a better person. I don't know how you are with Joe or Natalia. Maybe they get to see a different side of you. But while I have learned from you, I don't want to be like you. You think you are more spiritually advanced than me, and that is fine. Our standards are different. You project onto me too, because my current battle isn't about self-loathing. I don't think I am an awful person. I just know that I am wearing grooves into my character that go in a different direction than wisdom, and want to work on that. If you don't want to learn or change anything, that is fine with me.