1000 Words: Part I

For he whose disdain for noncreative passion is reaching ever more a status of unforgivable,

I cannot apologize for anything I said Tuesday night. Truthfully, I think that if either of us should be apologizing, it should be the one of us who not only insulted the other’s personality (which is not any different, believe it or not, from what it has been for the past 15 years) and major, but also their grandfather; a grandfather whom you have never met and perhaps should not judge quite so quickly.

I hate, truly, truly hate people who, just because they have encountered a few psychologists or psychiatrists in their time, think that they know everything about all psychologists. I guess it’s nice to finally know how you truly see me. Maybe I hit the nail on the head and you don’t like that. Maybe you feel that you made some grievous mistake in your past and you don’t want to accept that it influenced your present and future. Either way, I found it cruel of you to decide to bring psychology into our conversation in such a cold hearted manor.

I find it tactless for you to insult not only my major and my grandfather, but what I want to be. There are certain lines that you should not cross, and insulting my aspiration is one of them. I was under the impression that intentionally insulting someone’s dream is not the best way to go about something. But then again, you’d probably kill for a spot in history. I want nothing more than to help someone, even just a single person, in my lifetime.

Does the desire to question somehow imply a lack of creativity or faith? Because I do not believe that fairies exist, because I have doubts and fears about heaven, because I believe in evolution (which had nothing to do with psychology by the way) I have lost my creativity? I find it strange that you are so quick to condemn me. You seem all joy when I question my own faith and all but when I question yours. For years you called me a cynic, and I’ll admit that by your falsified definition it cannot be denied, but when reality is forced upon you, perhaps you will come to realize that I am merely human.