Annoyances

Alexander is old news. Once upon a time I had to worry about him, but nowadays it's all bark and no bite. At least I think so. I worry that he's got a last bite in him. Eh, he's far enough away that I'll hear about his last hurrah long before it affects me.

Cyrus, on the other hand, is the one who could do me damage. He's been all quiet and nice for years now, but it's quite possible that's all a front and he's just been waiting for his chance. I can't exactly say he's a friend, mostly because I don't believe anyone is really that nice. Anyone who seems that nice is probably hiding endless depths of anger and bile.

Or I could just be paranoid.

And if I'm paranoid, why would I be blogging about it, right? To words: plausible deniability. If you think this is my real name then you're crazier than I am. If I wrote this in a file somewhere on one of my computers it could be found. Here, I can tippy tap away to my heart's content and I press "publish" and away it goes. At least I think so. Better clear out my cache.

And who are you, Jean? I read that letter about you on your livejournal and it makes you seem formidable, but hell, you could have written that yourself. You tried to keep your email hidden but it really wasn't that hard to find. Are you who I think you are? Is that why you're interested in any of this? Maybe for both our sakes you should bow out.

I keep looking around me and seeing everything in a new light. And it's not a good light.