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yendiAs some of you may know, I have a wee bit of a caretaker complex (in the same way that Jesus had a wee bit of a martyr complex). I'm usually pretty good about folks who hurt me, but hurting folks I care about tends to send me over the edge. It's not a matter of forgiveness, but of remembering. I don't forget when folks prove they can't be trusted.
This came up this weekend, when someone who had hurt![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadesong royally assumed that he was invited into our house again. She might be willing to talk to him again. But you know what? I'm not a guest in this house. It's my house. And if you piss me off, you're not invited. Ever. I've got enough issues with folks I like being in my house (see this post for my issues there). But I've got no reason to let someone I can't stand into my space. And the only two people I've specifically said were verboten are folks who fucked shadesong over (although, to be fair, one of the assholes was banned at the time he'd merely fucked me over -- this is the one that shadesong refers to as "The Fox Who Was Really A Weasel," although that name does a disservice to weasels). The first one, at least, was never dumb enough to presume he'd be welcome in our home, even after shadesong was willing to talk to him again. But the latter, after being explicitly told that he wasn't invited to event X because his kind (asshole scum) isn't welcome in my house, actually had the gall to email shadesong asking if he could then come to event Y instead. I need to start remembering that just because someone's an asshole (and a pretentious and grammatically challenged one at that), doesn't mean that they're not an idiot as well.
This came up this weekend, when someone who had hurt
shadesong royally assumed that he was invited into our house again. She might be willing to talk to him again. But you know what? I'm not a guest in this house. It's my house. And if you piss me off, you're not invited. Ever. I've got enough issues with folks I like being in my house (see this post for my issues there). But I've got no reason to let someone I can't stand into my space. And the only two people I've specifically said were verboten are folks who fucked shadesong over (although, to be fair, one of the assholes was banned at the time he'd merely fucked me over -- this is the one that shadesong refers to as "The Fox Who Was Really A Weasel," although that name does a disservice to weasels). The first one, at least, was never dumb enough to presume he'd be welcome in our home, even after shadesong was willing to talk to him again. But the latter, after being explicitly told that he wasn't invited to event X because his kind (asshole scum) isn't welcome in my house, actually had the gall to email shadesong asking if he could then come to event Y instead. I need to start remembering that just because someone's an asshole (and a pretentious and grammatically challenged one at that), doesn't mean that they're not an idiot as well.