poor Kenori is just a three year old with a temper tantrum

Apparently there's a local fur that's been going around talking shit about my roommate's and I. I'm not going into details as to what or why, but before I go on I want to state that this isn't another one of THOSE journals.

I don't care if he talks shit about me or people I care about. There's really no one important who would give him the time of day anyways. But, this made me reflect on a personal opinion of mine that I thought maybe I could share.

Why should I care if someone has a bug up their ass about me? There's millions of people out there on this planet. If someone tries to burn a bridge with me I could just as easily go out and talk to someone else and make a new friend. At the end of the day everyone is replaceable, and I'm not going to loose sleep over it.

so... I could very easily go out and find myself another fat ass who likes to whine too much and inconvenience everyone to replace the last one. I'll even bet you that if I put just a little bit of effort into my search i could find someone whose a lot nicer, and a lot less spiteful, vindictive, and two faced.

point of all this... don't get mad or even... just turn away and find someone new.

thank you,
panda