The Laughing Wolf

What I Feel Is Pity

I think it wants me to be mad, upset, humbled, or something else, but all I feel right now is pity. Those with good eyes may have noticed that it has returned. It being the troll, cyberstalker, or whatever other name you call it. I'm not sure what the intent of this most recent effort (or the entire long-term thing for that matter) was supposed to be, but the result is pity.

How bad must a life be that someone devotes so much time and effort, often sitting in different hotel rooms around the country, to post puerile and infantile comments? How few achievements have been obtained in life such that beating the rather rudimentary blocks I've placed becomes a thing to be celebrated? What does it say about their lack of life and mental state that they obsess over my love and sex life more than I do? What measure of self-confidence is lacking that they must post anonymously and never as themselves? How sad.

I will do the usual and contact providers as needed, but I will also do one thing different. I will say a prayer for them, and I ask you to do the same, for if doing this is so important to them and makes their life complete and filled with achievement, then prayers and good thoughts are indeed needed for them.

LW