What you don't dare to say out loud..

Aww! Kindredsoul, Embala, faeriegirl, WolfMoonSky and Redhead Ember, thank you all so very much! Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy!

*hugs all*

You deserve to feel warm and fuzzy!

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No. Just no! You can't just go out an ask a freaking question about the most memorable crash! Don't you realize that people have died from crashing their bikes? Don't you remember the 9 of May 2011 when the world of cycling came crashing down? Because I do, I remember that picture of him lying there, bleeding to dead on the ground. No! Scratch that! He was already gone! I remember that picture and I wish I could forget. How much more must the memory not pain those people who actually saw it happen, the people who lost a friend that day? And what about his family? There's a little girl out there who'll never know her dad! You can't just turn a matter like this into some random question. Make a question about the most memorable attack, the most memorable sprint, the most memorable bonking, the most memorable fight. Do not make a question about the most memorable crash. It's just wrong.

You are so right, Red - in both cases.

I wish you would (or can) say the latter out loud - just like you have worded it here! My heartfelt respect. *bows*

Luckily a lot of people already replied stating pretty much what I said.

It was NBC Sport who made the question to their Twitter page. Here are the replies I've seen (taken from article):

Beklager at jeg er sein, men seriøst, si at du sendte dette som mail. Noen ganger så kan en slik utvaskelse få folk til å våkne. Ikke at du bør ta henne tilbake, men at hun lærer hvordan man IKKE behandler folk.

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Girl, I know you hate your father. It is kinda hard to miss, with you always telling me so. Or how you two talk to each other. But that does not mean that you can just decide that he is an alcoholic.

And you got some nerve telling me that I'm a bad salesperson. When R showed up, you dove your nose into a book and ignored him. Outright ignored. I don't care if you don't like R because of that petty game. I don't care if it is R, who is always short on money. He, like every person looking in, was a potential customer. And frankly, when people you know drops in for a friendly chat, you don't pretend they don't excist! Furthermore, if you hate it when people look down on your dreams,then don't do it to others.

I'm really angry at you uncle. Do you know why? Because of the way you were last night. My mother had made dinner, the most wonderfull meal ever and giving you all a dessert, ice - cream and fresh raspberries. Then you start to tell what you think of the terror at Utøya and the leader of the group got away. Show some respect, he saw his beloved wife getting shoot by that dork. A friend of my sister got killed there and yet you don't show my sister symphaty or respect. And you knew that my sister had plans to be at Utøya last year (but because of sickness they couldn't) if they had been there, they could have been killed. And when I told that to my cousin when she came to me and comforted me, she got shocked. Because you didn't tell her about it. I've got enough of that you and aunty always is stamping at us. It really hurts alot when you're acting like this to everyone. What have we actually done to you? And you're not deciding what my sister want to do with her life, that is my sister who decides. If she want to work with politics, then we're going to let her do it. I know she will be good to it.

Because of the way you acted, we're not going to invite you to dinner anymore when you're so stupid.

I hate you!!!!! You have hurted my mother alot now and made her very sad. She's your sister. How can you do that to her?

I hate you uncle!!! I'm ashamed to be in family with you know.

* sigh *

mom, I love you dearly, but I do not want to be your Parent, so please take your medication.

Oh crap, we were sisters all that time and I didn't know it...either that, or our Moms are twins

Please. Step down from that damn pedestal you seem to have placed yourself on, before I take a damn ax to it.

Sometimes, just sometimes I question my gender. Not my sex, that's female, no doubt about it! But my gender!

It's only recently I've learned about the term cisgender to mean someone whose gender-identity matches their sex. But the defintion is, quite honestly, pretty f***ing useless. Quoting Wikipedia:



Excuse me... what exactly is "appropriate" for a female? This is year 2012! What's considered appropriate female behaviour has changed a lot compared to just 50-60 years ago.
I'm not sure I can truly identify as cisgender, from a having-actually-thought-about-it perspective. On the other hand; I don't think I'm genderqueer or anything like that either, I just... sometimes feel male! Sometimes I look in the mirror and smile because I look like a boy. Sometimes I actually feel proud when people mistakes me for a guy! (And I'd never be actually angry about it)

I guess I'm just so... suspicious... towards labels than even a supposedly free-thinking I-don't-belong-in-a-binary label such as genderqueer seems wrong to me...

I don't dare to say out loud how MUCH is caused by EDUCATION, in most human cultures, in most eras..



'Human nature'..?
Whazzat!?..



Human beings have to learn almost EVERYTHING..
..and they CAN do so.

THIS is our main weakness..
..and STRENGTH!

So I'm going to have to live here another 3 months and put up with your nasty comments. I hope I will be strong enough to ignore you, but my self-esteem is very frail and your comments break me for a couple of days each time. Just as I am daring to feel safe in my home and not on edge all the time, you come out with something new. So you think that the food I eat is wrong, that I don't do enough housework, and many other things. I do more housework that everyone else because I am home more than anyone else, but you don't see that, and you have no right to police what I eat or pass a moral judgment on what I do in my life. You even had the audacity to, when I opened up about the abuse I have suffered at the hands of my family, dared to suggest that some of it might have been my fault. I don't understand how you work, but you seem to have very negative thoughts about me and other people, and you don't seem to be able to keep it to yourself. That feels great, of course, considering the fragile state I am in now. I just want to feel safe in my home so that I am able to heal from the incredible damage that has been caused to me, but instead I am going to have to put up with these comments for another three months. That's three months that I will be in limbo and on edge, and unable to get better. My abuse father used to 'suspect' me of being a bad person all the time even though I wasn't, and this feels a lot like it. I wish our ways could part here and I wish you all the best in the world, and hope, for your sake, that your thoughts become less negative.

NB: Please don't mention any of this on Facebook, people who have me there, because I have my housemates on there as well.

*hugs Quiver tight* anything I can do to help?

*Hands everybod a big bag of fat jucy dreamberries* looks like you guys could use theese.

*hugs Quiver* he sounds like a moron of epic proportions. Just know that for every bellend out there making you feel like crap, you have at least 5 people who love and accept you just the way you are. I, personally, think you are awesome.

Edit - have only just noticed your avatar is saying "WTF". That took me long enough!!