While I appreciate your willingness to criticize here, I don’t know how to benefit from it because I have no idea what specifically you are criticizing. Fucked up is a pretty broad category even when narrowed down to armchair psychology, a pretty amorphous concept in its own right.
Often when I begin reading a new thread I will post a reply to something I read before finishing everything already posted, which I did here in this one. It turns out that fiskimo’s post actually said in straight words what I tried to describe as internal thought process. You chose to criticize me and not him. Had read his post I might not have actually even bothered to post myself. It is just a fact to us masters of armchair psychology, a term I believe was created by people who fear introspection for those with insight into themselves and thus all of human nature, to witness i conservatives this constant projection of things they do but don’t see that they do because they are contemptuous of such behavior but then imagine they see it in liberals. Furthermore, I suspect again that you have now done that to me. I have said that people who hate others hate what they hate about themselves, but will not acknowledge to themselves, causing them to imagine it in others because for them the need to suppress self knowledge of their own self hate was delt with in childhood by the Stockholm syndrome.
So while I don’t really know what your criticism of me really is, I do know the generals. I have shown a light into an area you are terrified to look, and feel my words to be a terrible threat, and you hear me hating you instead of the actual fact that that hate is yours for yourself. Actually such information is required for your reacquisision of your own self respect. It is not pleasant facing the truth about yourself. The only difference between us in my opinion is that I know this better than you do. I know you better than you do because I have more awareness of the monster within. I have survived a few times where he’s gotten out of his cage and he wasn’t much more than a very hurt little boy. Love you,