Thursday, October 4, 2007

Love dares us to care

This morning I was on the receiving end of a flamming. Someone who doesn't know me decided to make up some facts about me, then attacked me because of these "facts". I know what they said wasn't true. I know the person is an idiot and a bigot. I know I'll never see this person, and shouldn't care what they think.

So why do I want to crawl under a rock and cry?

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