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insults to say I love you - wander_free

Feb. 3rd, 2010 10:16 pm insults to say I love you

From Shakesville: [Rue McClanahan] is still recuperating in the hospital after her November stroke, but was 'tickled' when she received a card from Betty saying words to the effect of 'Dear Rue, I hope you hurry up and die so I can be the last Golden Girl left.'"

I always appreciate people who have such deep and trusting bonds that they can say what seems on the surface to be incredibly crude and mean-spirited, but is in reality a very sincere and heartfelt 'i love you'. My family is emotionally constipated to the point that it would take an ocean liner's worth of ex-lax to get us to say 'i love you' much less anything more and I like seeing that there are others who know that a well-turned insult is just as important as a meaningful compliment.

It does remind me of a friend. His name is Bastard. Seriously. It is his chosen nickname, he introduces himself like that, his unit designation is Bastard, his email and even his snail-mail are all addressed to Bastard. It took me forever and a day to get my mind around the idea of referring to him like that. To me it was rude and not something you used to refer to someone you like.

When I finally got to the point of calling him Bastard without first hesitating and then flinching, he turned to me and asked me if I was a frigid bitch. After a moment of speechless shock, I laughed and said yes, that I was a frigid bitch and that has been the way it is since. He addresses emails and packages to Frigid Bitch and signs it Bastard. He tells his friends about me and then has to think a moment to remember what my real name is when they ask. (I have to think about his name as well.) Once my mom saw a letter from him and nearly lost her hat. I tease him that one day I'm going to write a book about the Adventures of Bastard and Frigid Bitch. He tells me to make sure to give him a leading role and hot love interest. I tell him he'll be the comic relief.

Sometimes, friendship is not having to say the mushy stuff, as long as you can hide the mushy stuff in a prickly pear. :)

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