Rainie writes on Randomness of War:

“Elsa, I found you a few years ago from Xanga. I’ve been hooked since then and along the way, came to care about what’s going on with you…”

and

“I think it has to do with being a strong personality; people don’t realize you have vulnerabilities so they blast away.”

That may be true, Rainie but I still think I am a very poor choice of person to attack. For one thing it is not liable to have an effect because I am inordinately hard to kill. People have tried to do it in real life and not managed so the idea someone is going to dismantle me over the internet is laughable.

Now if you do literally come and kill me, first thing is I won’t mind. I yearn for the release I feel death is so I’ll be fine, however you will probably be arrested.

You should certainly hope the police catch you because if they don’t the soldier will and you don’t even want to consider that possibility.  So there are these facts but here is the part that kills me:

I am poor, I try hard and I live a life filled with more (way more) than my share of suffering and you’re going to take a shot at me? You are going to steal from ME?

I’m sorry but that would be like slapping, Dora and I just can’t imagine it’s good idea in the long run.

What I find is the smarter people are, the nicer they are to me which is why I have been literally been surrounded by the super intelligent all my life.  Ol’ Dora has got somethin’ goin’ and so does P.

There is a line at the end of the movie, Legends of the Fall. The old Indian storyteller characterizes Brad Pitt’s character as a rock people bash themselves against. I understood this completely when I heard it 10 years ago and I just wondered how one graduates “rock-dom’ outside of doing a good job and hoping for better next life.

Based on this, I try to be a good rock even though I am a person but to you people who bash into me, what the hell? Can’t you see what is going to happen? About half the time, I think you can.