Statements @ MindSay 
There's this poem rant making its way around the Myspaces of the universe. You may have come across it. It's another one of those things very immature people post and ask others to repost in an attempt to gain sympathy, empathy, pity, whatever. I don't often feel the need to waste my time with such psychobabble, but this poem thing in particular hit a nerve because it was reposted by a close friend of mine whom I feel does deserve a lot of thanks for the support she gives to others, but at the same time I got angry because it really bothers me that she feels like every woman in her life is out to do her wrong.
As I began to read the reposted poem, written by a guy angry and blaming women for rejecting him, I started to hear a female voice responding to it. Like a backlash. I've bolded that female response and put the original male voice in italics. Let me know what part you agree with:
I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you.
Thank you for the roses,
I didn't know you liked me.
But you shouldn't have bothered.
They withered so fast...
I'm sorry
that I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk.
You're sorry for that?
Thank you for not date raping me.
That means a lot, more than you'll ever know.
Thank you for considering my body and person sacred.
If you respect me, then you must have some respect for yourself, too.
I'm sorry
that my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants.
Uh, no offense, but not every girl wants muscle.
Well, except maybe the strongest one...
And I'm not talking about the one in your pants.
It's heart I want.
Why have you ripped it up... over little ol' me?
I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised.
Thank you for opening the car door.
You didn't have to do that.
Why do you feel it so necessary to follow that tradition?
Did you know that such rituals were started by men who considered women inferior.
Your fathers and grandfathers called us the "weaker" sex.
Opening doors and standing up when we left the table was only the trappings of respect.
Real respect comes when a man acknowledges that a woman is strong.
He ignores obligation to tradition and simply does something to be nice.
It is the thought, not the act, that counts.
I'm sorry
that I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy".
Thank you for wanting to be mine.
But I simply don't look for "cute" when it comes to sex or love.
"Cute" is trite, silly, middle school nonsense.
"Cute" is for little baby bunnies and Anime sailor moons.
A real man isn't cute.
He can be fat or brute.
And he is nothing without a heart.
I'm sorry
that I am actually nice;
not a jerk.
Why do you assume I want you to be a jerk?
I thank you for being nice, but nice only goes so far.
Guys who call themselves nice are maybe sometimes too nice...
without ever knowing what being "nice" really is.
When are you going to stand up for yourself?
When are you going to defend your heart?
It would be nice to see you be for real.
It's nice when men don't just act nice to get what they want.
It's refreshing when a guy tells you, up front, what he's all about, what he wants...
For some reason, some guys just don't get that. Why?
I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things.
Thank you for thinking about me.
Again, the thought counts for more than your bank account can afford.
However, I'm not looking for expensive gifts.
Some guys use gifts as bribes.
I don't fall for that.
I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club.
Thank you for the times you kept me home in your arms.
It's not as flashy as dancing under hot lights, but at least with you I have undivided attention.
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you than just screw you like some random guy.
Thank you for making love to me.
But remember to spice things up a little.
I promise I won't break.
Remember...
Your hands and lips know me better than any one night stand.
How could you forget that?
I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date.
Thank you for taking the time to let me vent, rant, rave...
Girls love to talk. We talk too much. We get just as selfish as guys.
You should've interrupted me. Should've made me shut up.
A kiss would've sufficed.
I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,
and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy.
Thank you for not letting me mess up my hair.
I was really fucked up that night.
I didn't mean to puke in your car.
I was really, really embarassed.
I wanted to get away from you as soon as possible.
Lucky for me my brother's friend gave me a safe ride home.
I'm sorry
that I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you
and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough for you to listen to me when I need a friend.
Thank you for rescuing me. You were the only friend I could reach.
I didn't think anyone would come for me. I was so scared he'd come back!
In fact, I felt so bad calling you at such an hour, but you came so fast...
You gave me the impression it was okay, as long as I was okay.
It's that kind of consideration that helped me get away from my ex in the first place.
I'm sorry
if I start not being there because it hurts being used as a doormat,
only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around.
Hey, what happened?
What did I do? Oh. It's what I didn't do?
I thought we were friends. I thought you said I could count on you.
Why are you going back on your word?
What do you want from me?
Who is the doormat now...
You are stepping on me.
I'm sorry
if I don't answer my phone anymore when you call,
to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work.
Why did you make me feel so good about myself only to let me down?
If I knew you were going to act like this... but I didn't, couldn't...
All I knew was you were a shoulder to cry on.
Isn't that what you always offered... from the start?
I don't know why you're punishing me for the way you feel about me.
I can't give you what you want.
But what I want is a friend.
I'm sorry that you can't realize..
I've been the one all along.
Um, how could you assume that?
Is that what you wanted from me all along?
So... you let me think you were my friend
when all this time you just wanted me to fall in love with you?
That is the most unromantic, untruthful way to ever get into a girl's pants.
I swear all you men are jerks. You always expect something...
I'm sorry
if you read this and know somebody like this, but don't care.
...but most of all, I'm sorry for not being sorry anymore.
Well, I'm sorry I had to read this.
It made me realize how angry you really are.
Saying these things really irked me, really got on my tits.
Maybe that's why you're not sorry for yourself anymore.
You think you're passing your sorrow on me.
But I refuse to accept that kind of pity.
You should have spoke up for your heart sooner.
Now that you've rejected me, it's too late.
Now you've really made me not care.
I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am.
Honey, it's hard enough for me to accept who I am.
What's gonna make you any different?
Besides...
I'm not even sure who I am. Yet.
If you guys keep pressuring me to be what you want, I might end up resentful.
Looks like I will find myself without having to lean on you.
Thank you for shoving me aside.
Thank you for helping me realize I don't need a man to take care of me.
Maybe now you should realize you don't need to take care of me in order to be a man.
I'm sorry
I can never do anything right,
and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
Do you even know what "my world" is?
I didn't expect anything from you. Really.
The only thing you didn't do right was talk to me.
I would've listened if your voice had been loud enough.
Now that you're gone, you leave me confused, lonely, like it's all my fault for the way you feel.
I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it,
I thought that was what friends were for...
Thank you for not letting that bastard lie to me.
Can you NOT see the irony in that?
You stood to benefit from lending that lil' tidbit of information to me.
Maybe it's true.
Friends stab each other in the front, not in the back.
I'm sorry that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
If you say 'sorry' one more time, you will lose all res ---
Whoops. Said that too soon...
I'm sorry
that I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving
when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
You said that's what friends were for, too, remember?
That friends are just as important as family?
Next time you hear me cry about that bastard boyfriend
(whom I'm no longer with, by the way)
you call 911 ASAP, okay?
I'm sorry that I cared.
I'm sorry that I listen to you at night,
talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
When are you going to be done with this 'sorry' shit?
I can't say thank you enough, eh?
When I said I wished I could've done something different,
did it not occur to you that I meant I wish I could've not made the mistakes I did with men?
Thank you for listening to me, but you don't understand.
How could you -- when all the while you were only thinking about making love to me?
I'm sorry for everything.
How can you dare assume responsibility for everything?
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there,
and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them.
Those assholes talk louder than you did.
While we wait for you to speak up, they swept us off our feet...
and screwed us out of our minds.
Have you not been any different?
Have you not been taken captive by your hormones.
Been deluded by dreams of romance.
Sucked in by promises and illusions of promises?
Didn't you ever think that -- by just standing by, silently, loyally --
that the one person you want to love so much will finally notice you?
Finally take you by the hand like they've never done before...
and the more it doesn't happen,
the more your eyes get clouded up by so many tears...
You start to see the blur of street lights for the stars?
Well ladies next time you're complaining,
maybe look up to see who you're complaining to,
maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head,
"Why won't you give me a chance?"
And that's just it, isn't it?
You were screaming that only in your head.
Ladies aren't mind readers, love.
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
Not after you took yourself away from me
Write a statement for 20 people you know, some statements can go to more than one person.
Never tell which one is for who
1. You're the best! Rock on.
2. I had the best summer with you, hope I get to see you a lot this year!
3. Hard to spend much time with you now that you're in school, but we're buds all the same.
4. You're a freak, I wish I had a better sister. (j/k!!! lol!)
5. It's fun IMing you....haha
6. You're awesome, you've got good taste in foods, sports & video games! ;)
7. You're cool, except for your video game OBSESSION....but we have fun. Hope I see you soon! (not you Luke...lol)
8. You're tEh pWnZ r0x0rs!
9. We never really hit it off, did we?
10. You rock! Good luck in school, see you on Saturday.
11. I do NOT have a crush on you, as some people as in everyone from Teal's party thinks,
12. I guess our friendship kind of collapsed....sorta. Let's get together sometime.
13. OMG I haven't seen you in forever! Invite me over sometime!
14. You're NOT fat, even though you might think so. :-p
15. You're awesome! Talk to you on Skype, and see you in Ithaca next year!
16. We used to be best friends, now we just kind of hang out now and then. WHAT HAPPENED?!??!?!
17. You're probably the biggest weirdo I've ever met, but you're cool anyway. :)
18. I haven't seen you guys in 10 years. (wow I've never said that in my life!) I bet we'd hit it off, I should come visit sometime!
19. wow.....I haven't seen you in years. You never really liked me did you?
20. Love you all!!!
^^You're turn! ;)