SadisticExcess

I posted a blog last month sometime after reading a few posts from it and deciding that it was worthwhile. I have even gone so far as to seek out the person in a chat room that by modern standards is the equivelent of an outhouse. Browser based chat - Ah, smell the stink of technology that is unforgiveably old.

Anyhow, I had read a post she made, and left comment upon it. Something along the lines of ….You are being whiny, if you are a doormat, then you are allowing it to happen. Tactful as ever. Afterwards I sought her out in chat and was unable to find her. Today, I find her blog again during the internet surfing I do between phone calls.

Needless to say, I am less than impressed.

No, it isn’t that she responded scathingly to my remarks. I would have considered it, at very least, a sign of strength to stand up and disagree with my remark. Instead she responded in traditional submissive fashion. Yes, she pretended the post didnt exist.

Certainly it stings when someone doesn’t support you in the manner you would want, but honest objective feedback is priceless - any company CEO would tell you the same. It allows you to understand your shortcomings, and identify your areas for opportunity. My remark was to take her off of the pity train upon which she was riding.

Instead she has choosen to ignore a crucial part of who she is. We all know that hiding something or ignoring it is the best way to handle any problem, right?

Why does it matter?

Well it isn’t about her, but about many people who do the same thing. I am not perfect. I am proud, stubborn, cold, unavailable and a Sadist among other things. However, there is one thing that I am above all others. Strong. Physically, yes, emotionally, mentally as well.

And I despise weakness. Weakness is the disease that pervades our society. An insidious, destructive whisper of shoulds and should nots. It festers in the wounds of the injured and the in the manipulative hands of society as a whole. It dilutes our free thinking and adulterates it with itself.

She is weak, but further more, is unwilling to change it.

Any remarks to which I disagree, will be deleted along with the post and half of my blog and replaced with one big happy face.

Add sarcasm to the above list.

Findings General

DIARY OF A SADIST�S SLAVE (The Story of Roweena Dune) - Anonymous

� � I was sobbing breathlessly, twitching uncontrollably as he pushed the needle all the way into my breast, stopping only when it struck one of the bones of my rib cage. The tip of the needle scraped against the bone and I wailed in agony, the hurt so fierce that a blinding red mist began to dance in front of my eyes.

“Savage, is it not, little Roweena?” he said, chuckling viciously. “A bit of metal against the bone is one of the fiercest agonies known!”

The pain consumed me now, swept through my flesh in rolling waves. I was aware of nothing other than the sharp, burning sensation in my breast and the cruel torture of the needle scraping against my bone. The fierce agony was unrelenting. Unlike the other pains I had felt at his hands, there were no moments of rest in this, no pause between fiery spasms of hurt. The pain was constant, building higher and higher, each moment growing worse than the last, a cruel agony that seemed to be destroying me. I quivered spasmodically, causing the needle to move in my flesh. Screaming with uncontrollable agony, I tried to remain still. but Merlyn merely laughed and pressed the tip of the other needle he held against my thigh. He waited a moment until I had calmed down, then savagely thrust the other needle into my limb. I screamed anew as a different area of agony opened up in my flesh and he drove the spear into me steadily until it too was scraping against the bone. ��

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