From: fangbanger@rock.com   
      
   When you first started hanging around me, people made not very nice   
   comments about you.  Isn't he an ass hole?  He's a jerk, isn't he?  Did you   
   ever see his car?  His wife is the one in control.  He hangs out with his   
   boss, yuck.  Look at his car, what a joke.  How about the way he dresses?   
   He looks like such an idiot.  He's having a hard time handling this job.   
   Did you ever see his house?  He is a fool.  His house is a dump.  What   
   could you have to talk to that ass hole about?  He is so pussy whipped by   
   his wife.  He is a wimp.  He is a loser.  Why do you even talk to him, he's   
   a jerk.  His wife is the boss and he is so afraid of her.  It got to the   
   point where I felt sorry for you.  It was all so shallow.   
   (Why on earth would you tell me this?  What is this informatio in aid of?   
   Just the fact that you told me this causes me to question your sincerity.   
   You are so selfish that you taken out all the stops.  I really cannot   
   beleive that you didn't even take into consideration my feelings.  But I   
   suppose this is some kind of revenge.)   
   I still feel bad about telling you this (you are utterly full of shit and a   
   liar.), because, contrary to what you believe, I do have feelings (all for   
   yourself).  I didn't want to burst your bubble (that is exactly what you   
   are trying to do I repeat, this is EXACTLY what you are trying to do).   
   First of all, it's not everyone as you love to exaggerate.  Secondly, the   
   ones that do hate me are the ones who made all these remarks about you.   
   (eat shit)   
   I could care less if they hate me or not.  Do you get it.  I could care   
   less.  What I'm telling you here is exactly why I don't speak to these   
   people anymore and they hate me.  Again, I could care less .   
   (I don't care if you could care less.  Most  people are the same way.  We   
   just don't make waves and isolate ourselves from our co-workers.  Thats   
   what you call a professional attitude.  You MUST get along with your fellow   
   workers and no matter what they REALLY think the mission is to maintain a   
   good relationship, though it might only be on the surface.  Despite what   
   anyone thought then or thinks now, I get a good review and part of that   
   review says "good worker; gets job done," and "get along very well with   
   fellow employees."   
   So there you have it.  You are not as "loved" by your fellow employees as   
   you think.  You tend to over do it, like you did with me.  (those days are   
   over)   
   I told you before that I didn't like you in the beginning and wished you   
   would go away.   
   (I often regret having held out a hand of friendship to you)   
   Maybe I was being influenced at the time by these people who were making   
   these remarks because I used to be friendly with them.  It seems the more   
   people I stopped talking to, the more I gravitated towards you because I   
   felt sorry for you at the time. (what a saint.  not necessary to feel sorry   
   for me.)   
   Big mistake.  Maybe I should have believed what they were telling me.  Too   
   late now.   
   (Too late???  TOO LATE???  say what???  I will agree totally with BIG   
   MISTAKE)   
   I never gave a damn about your car, house, wife, clothes (except the Ward   
   Cleaver sweater).  I thought you were kind of wimpy and jerky in the   
   beginning. (you must be joking.....how pathetic for you to suggest that you   
   took pity on my and allowed me to be your friend)   
   I never thought you were a loser or idiot.  You do your job well.   
   (gee thanks!)   
   An ass hole?  Sometimes you can be a big one, but so can everyone.  Hanging   
   out with the boss, I can't handle that one. (It is NOT you place to even   
   have an opinion on who i befriend!  Do you understand that????)   
   The wife thing, that's too complicated to go into here. (none of your   
   business)   
   This is the biggest crock of shit i have ever known.  In essence, you, in   
   your email, are basically saying that before we met I was nowhere near the   
   cool dude I thought I was.  You, in your mercy, befriended me and developed   
   a caring for me.  ANd now you can't let go.   
   When we first met I was amused by your loose-canon, out-spoken, boisterous,   
   loud disposition.  It was just amusing.  Nothing more, nothing less.  I   
   stopped by because your cube was on the way to the printer.  I never put   
   any thought into why.  Just a way to pass five minutes.  (I often visit   
   people just to chat a bit).   Since then you take things I say and do and,   
   for one reason or another, are hurt, angered, or both.  I try to not anger   
   or hurt you but I fail.  This has resulted in several major "outs."  I have   
   tried to blow you off many times because I don't need this friction.   
   Friction, in small amounts, is fine and a part of life.  But i have NEVER   
   experienced this kind of  ridiculousness in my life.  The constant   
   bickering!! I tried to understand when you blamed it on biological issues.   
   And YOU were the one who, EVERY TIME, came to me with your tail between   
   your legs, a pout on your face, and an apology.  The entire time I was in   
   awe of why we can't have a casual easy-going friendship.  I do it all the   
   time with others.  (People you never met, by the way)  Unlike you i have   
   not experienced this growing caring for you that you do for me.  Don't get   
   me wrong, I do care about you to an extent.  I would hate to see you sick   
   or in a bad situation.  But I just don't care like you do or like you would   
   hope I would or expect I should.  Again, that is NOT to say I don't care.   
   I spent all day today going back and forth with you, came home, and my wife   
   is giving me shit.  I cannot spend all day arguing with someone.  I cannot   
   do it.  I will not do it.  Just these involved emails make me nuts.  I   
   don't know why I put up with it.  I will not continue to.  I owe it to my   
   wife to put up with her bullshit.  I do NOT owe you that.   
   Frankly, I think you are a loose canon.  I really think you are not all   
   there emotionally.  This has resulted in hours of burden for me in the way   
   of arguing and bickering and these emails.   
   I have bitten my tongue so many times in an effort to not get out of hand   
   and to not be sending TOTALLY inappropriate email through work..  You have   
   managed to irritate, aggravate, and anger me to no end.  It is unhealthy   
   for me.   
   I see you as a co-worker with whom i have (or had?) a friendship.  Thats   
   all.  If i don't do something like get more intimate (inside of six feet)   
   you have NO RIGHT to complain.  Understand?  YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO   
   COMPLAIN!!!  But, alas, that is all you've ever done.   
   I get no sense of satisfaction from telling you where it is at.  I do this   
   in the interest of you understanding where I am coming from.  I hope you   
   get it.  I will not put up with this bullshit any further.  You wanna be   
   friends, fine.  But I truely doubt you are capable.  I can't tell you   
   precisely what I beleive is wrong with you but I do know that you are   
   easily angered, you seeth, and you are obsessed with revenge and   
   vindication.   
      
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