An Open Letter to an Asshole

For a little while now I've been just trying to forget the way that you acted, and the more I do, the more I think about it and realize what a petty little narcissist you were. In your mind, the world really is revolving around you, and I've decided it's my mission to knock you off your high horse and tell you that that's not how it's going to be. I won't stand for it, and I'm not going to forgive you.

In the past you've hurt people I've cared about, and now you've hurt me, and you seem to think there's nothing wrong with that. You think you can readily use people with no regard for their feelings, and I personally am sick to death of people like you.

I helped you out all those times because I was your friend and that's what friends do. Maybe I do have a tendency to allow people to take advantage of me, but that doesn't excuse your behavior.

Let's even forget me for a second. You decided your own needs and desires took precedence over the feelings of someone I care very much for because you're selfish and completely incapable of moral reasoning and empathy. What you did was WRONG, and they have every right to be harbouring a grudge and deciding to have very little to do with you now. I don't blame them, and more than anything I wish I could take back all the time I comforted you, rather than them. I feel ashamed about that.

In fact, even helping you out as much as they did after being so badly betrayed and manipulated by you is just testament to their strong character.

What I find more amusing and ironic than anything about all of this, is that we originally bonded over the bad behaviour of someone EXACTLY like you.

Guess what? You're no better than they were. You're a bad friend, too.

Go away now. I have no desire to want to talk to you, to attempt to understand why or to feel guilty over something that you made my fault instead of being accountable.