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I was waiting for this to happen. My first response was absolute laughter. I'm sorry if that offends some. I really do understand how this can be groundshattering to some of you. I believed him for a time. I poured my heart out to him, too. And I felt like an absolute fool after I made a conscious decision to disbelieve it all. I know that sounds odd, but it was something I had to do. Something didn't quite fit, no matter how pretty he tried to make it, and I got sick of teetering on the fence. I decided that I would not believe until shown proof. Anyways. Getting to the point of all this, and I'm not sure if I have one, I'm not laughing anymore. I really don't know what to feel. I sympathize with those of you who are hurt by this revelation. Perhaps now you understand why some of us, me in particular, get so worked up over the issue of belief. There's a lot of anger there in having being fooled. And it really pisses me off when excuses are made up for him, especially ones that are so far-fetched. "The image of Travis was doctored to make Lestat look fake." Please. Number one, that would be quite difficult, seeing as Lestat only provided half a face to work with. Number two, the image of Travis shows no signs of tampering. resolution, shadowing, all of it are consistant throughout. And then there's "It's just a photo that is supposed to look like him, not really him." So you would substitute a small lie for the grand-daddy of them all: that this is all fake. Either way, he's messing with your head. Now, for the stuff that didn't go into the forum. The forum, for those just joining us. This is precicely the reason why I don't like Anne Rice anymore. I feel bad about it, too, since she didn't do anything. In fact, she fights against this kind of crap. But after hearing this Lestat go on and on about putting stuff about us in the books, I just lost interest entirely. Hell. Werewolves are so very much more interesting than vampires anyways. Enough depressing-ness. I have so much Christmas shopping to do yet. I am such a procrastinator. Horrible. I still have a few things to get for my mom. And the store probably closes at 5:00. And it's 2:30 right now. I was going to do it all tomorrow, but apparently I'm working. Jim likes to switch the schedule around without telling me. This was one of those days where I drag my ass out of bed, get ready, get to work, and find out I'm not needed. A real day off would be nice once in awhile. Post a comment in response: |
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