Mysterious comment.Posted: December 20, 2015
I received a couple of days ago a comment in my latest post Drugs part 2, the comment is in French, and anonymous. It translates to this:
Or just to perpetrate your lies?
We know who you are, and to what extent you lie…
You hurt others, compulsively.
You never needed drugs.
You never needed alcohol.
Only your lies which feed the monster inside of you.
You were drugged, you were drunk, and you were happy and curious because of that…
Today you are but a bunch of lies hiding under a cover of superiority.
We will find you, know that your rest will be short, Guy!
Death, she, will probably be envious.
Here’s my answer:
First of all, who are you? Are you such a coward that you have to hide under anonymity? Are you afraid of me?
No memory of what? What lies? Sure, I’ve lied before… To the people I don’t trust. Sure, I’ve harmed people before, but it was never intentional. Sometimes we hurt others in our quest towards our life objectives.
I am quite the monster according to you. What have I done to you? I’m intruiged. I still am happy and curious. I satisfied my curiosity for alcohol and drugs to the point that I know it just isn’t worth it.
Cover of superiority? I can tell already that I’m superior to you. I am not afraid, I don’t allow others to hurt me, my happiness depends entirely of me… But yours… You seem to be the kind of fragile and deeply rancorous person who spend their lives regretting other’s choices while never questioning your own. You’re the kind of person I’ve already met, the kind of person who always put themselves in the position of victim, whose misfortune is never their fault, but the fault of others, of society.
Find me then, so that I can look at you in the eye, and find there your fears, your weaknesses, your doubts, your open wounds. Then I’ll hurt you, but this time, intentionally.
What will Death be envious of? Probably of what I’m going to do to you if you come to my door.
I live in Poitiers. Come look for me.
What do you guys think?