2012-01-28 - 11:29 p.m.
Staring in my eyes, she unleashed all of the issues she ever had with me... many of which seemed to be her own damn problems. She had a complaint, "You talk to whoever you want. You talk to people and I think 'I wish I could talk to that person.' You're fearless and it scares me." Fearless? Really? It amazes me that she created so much strife in our organization based on superficial judgments and preconceived notions as to who I am as a person. Anyone who knew me even a millimeter below the surface would never ever refer to me as fearless. Not fucking ever. What a fool.
In addition, I don't think I can ever bear to be around another person who takes my deadpan sarcasm seriously. "Are you serious, Mo?" "Yes, Madelyn, I do think we should imprison all the impoverished black children in Oakland." I am clearly pushing a racist, fascist agenda... while in San Fransisco... for a popular education training... given by Marxist revolutionaries. How can smart people be so fucking stupid?
