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	<title>Comments on: hypocrisy</title>
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		<title>By: Thimbelle</title>
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		<description>Sometimes, adults do stupid stuff.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes, they do stupid stuff to the people that they love the most.  The Wrench calls it &quot;two minutes of madness&quot; - that state in which you are so pissed off, or so upset, or so grief-stricken that you literally lose control for just a few seconds, or a few minutes, and *that&#039;s* when and how people come to do some really hideous, stupid, hateful, hurtful things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&#039;t know everything that happened to cause her to slap you; I know that sometimes people literally do hurt the ones who they love the most because they know that those people won&#039;t/can&#039;t leave them.  I&#039;ll bet that she doesn&#039;t go around slapping the clerk at the grocery, or the waitress at the cafe&#039;.  And she probably holds her tounge when talking to the people she meets in the community, right?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But you - you she hits &amp; screams at.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And it hurts.  In ways that mere words, written in pixels, and floating through the ether can never really convey.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am *so* sorry, sweetie.  You are a brave, smart, incredible person, and I wish with all my heart that she could somehow find another way to vent her anger.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish that I could be there to give you a big ol&#039; hug, and tell you what a great kid I think you are.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish that I could change things for you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Know that you are NOT alone in the world - that there are people who love you, and care about you, and who believe in you.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(((hugs)))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thim :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes, adults do stupid stuff.</p>
<p>Sometimes, they do stupid stuff to the people that they love the most.  The Wrench calls it &#8220;two minutes of madness&#8221; &#8211; that state in which you are so pissed off, or so upset, or so grief-stricken that you literally lose control for just a few seconds, or a few minutes, and *that&#8217;s* when and how people come to do some really hideous, stupid, hateful, hurtful things.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know everything that happened to cause her to slap you; I know that sometimes people literally do hurt the ones who they love the most because they know that those people won&#8217;t/can&#8217;t leave them.  I&#8217;ll bet that she doesn&#8217;t go around slapping the clerk at the grocery, or the waitress at the cafe&#8217;.  And she probably holds her tounge when talking to the people she meets in the community, right?</p>
<p>But you &#8211; you she hits &#038; screams at.</p>
<p>And it hurts.  In ways that mere words, written in pixels, and floating through the ether can never really convey.</p>
<p>I am *so* sorry, sweetie.  You are a brave, smart, incredible person, and I wish with all my heart that she could somehow find another way to vent her anger.  </p>
<p>I wish that I could be there to give you a big ol&#8217; hug, and tell you what a great kid I think you are.</p>
<p>I wish that I could change things for you.</p>
<p>Know that you are NOT alone in the world &#8211; that there are people who love you, and care about you, and who believe in you.  </p>
<p>(((hugs)))</p>
<p>Thim :)</p>
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