nature is a language- can't you read?

Dear Person,

 I didn’t want to give you a reason that isn’t the truth just to spare your feelings because I just don’t like lying to people, and you’ll somehow probably find out the truth eventually. But I also didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling the truth from the start. Either way you’ll get hurt somehow, and I’ll feel like a complete ass hat. Why couldn’t you have just accepted the ‘I’m not interested in you in that way’? Because when you ask for a more defined reason, it just gets even trickier and won’t turn out any better. When it comes to rejection (Gawd, I hate that word) you can’t really make it turn out to be something where the person doesn’t get at least somewhat hurt (that’s what I think anyways). That’s just a part of the whole process, and I know it sucks, but what can you do? I tried telling you the WHOLE truth, like you wanted may I add, and it somehow blew up in my face. I really hope I didn’t come across as a shallow b-i-t-c-h. I know I may have not handled this situation very well, but I’m not used to this, and I really did try to say it as nice as possible. That is until you continued to push me. Not cool, man.

Sincerely, Me

(I don’t know if all this made any sense. Oh well.)

Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!    

And let the young lambs bound       

As to the tabor’s sound! 

We in thought will join your throng, 

Ye that pipe and ye that play,        

Ye that through your hearts to-day        

Feel the gladness of the May! 

What though the radiance which was once so bright 

Be now for ever taken from my sight,      

Though nothing can bring back the hour 

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;        

We will grieve not, rather find       

Strength in what remains behind;       

In the primal sympathy        

Which having been must ever be;        

In the soothing thoughts that spring        

Out of human suffering;        

In the faith that looks through death, 

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

- William Wordsworth (Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood- lines 173-191)