An Ode to Friends (A Facebook Rant)

I posted a rant on Facebook last night that I’m reposting here as an ode to my friends. I’m very misunderstood, misperceived and misjudged by most. As such, I kind of teed off last night. I’m reposting the rant here because I feel it is worthy.


I just need to go on a bit of rant here. Forgive me. Please disregard if you wish, but I have to get this out of my system.

Yes, random stranger, to you I’m sure I seem like just some bitter, angry, cynical shell of a human, and that would be true. I am all those things. I’m jaded as fuck, cloaked in existential nihilism and philosophical pessimism. You would be correct in making those accusations.

Alas, aren’t we all at the end of the day? One has to turn a bit of a blind eye to the world to not be. This world is a scary place.

Alas, you see what you choose to see. Instead of hurling insults, etc. at me – talk to me. I’m shy but at the same time an open book. I’m quiet and reserved but I’ll still talk your ear off. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’ll shoot straight with you and I sure won’t sugarcoat, but talk to me. If you would stop trying to pick a fight with me for a minute and endure my short-lived sour shell, you’re sure to get to my sweet center.

To the few of you who have befriended me and stuck by me, thank you. I appreciate it wholeheartedly. I don’t have many friends in this life. It takes a special person to be able to power through my sour outer shell. I’m like a warheads candy I guess; most people can’t endure the first seconds of intense sourness. You all did.

And it is much appreciated.


So yes, this is to you, my friends. Thank you for sticking with me. Cheers!

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8 thoughts on “An Ode to Friends (A Facebook Rant)

  1. I’m listening…well, reading, of course, and strongly identifying. I’m not sure how it happened, exactly, but somehow over the course of my life I developed a kind of tough guy personality mask — a real ornery bastard — who only comes out when I feel like I’ve gotten rejected by someone. It’s like inside I’m thinking “oh yeah? You want to judge me? We’ll judge this motherfucker!” And then I act like a real asshole and really earn their rejection. It’s taken me a long time to recognize this and to learn that this way of handling rejection is not serving me. I wish I could say that I’ve stopped doing it, but alas it’s still a work in progress.

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    • Yeah, I think it’s a defense mechanism more than anything. When you’re treated that way all your life, well, you kind of put up a barrier so to speak.

      It does suck and I am trying to quash that part of me, but it’s tough.

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  2. I agree with the above comment ^ I think I bypassed the sour Lynn. But I can sometimes hear it in your posts. Oh hell, who isn’t sour from time to time? I have e.coli right now and I’m down right acidic to be around.

    Anywho, I feel lucky to call you friend.

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  3. Hi Lynn, I can’t say enough how this rant just spoke right to my heart. Your plea “talk to me” is so powerful and felt so empowering at the same time. I feel you’ve spoken for all of us introverts out there, most of whom have so much to say and yet not the opportunities to voice themselves as they are perceived to be “dumb” and “mute” (or sour, in your case). I am constantly confounded (and hurt, too, let’s not forget the hurt) when I’m overlooked for conversations because of the perception that I’m a closed book. I would refer them to my blog to see that I have much to say, and typically they would turn a blind eye (perceptions die hard). I couldn’t put it as eloquently as you did, so thank you, for speaking for me (and countless others). 🙂

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