I'd rather be hated than ignored.
Just as facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored, people and feelings, negative or positive, do not magically fall off the face of the earth because a sudden desire to ignore them develops. Cowards ignore that which they cannot face, cannot compete with and cannot measure up to. It is far different to ignore infrequent distasteful actions than it is to continually and willfully ignore the feelings of those who have done no harm, those who have given of themselves freely. When two people ride a teeter-totter there is the expectation that both parties will stay on in order to keep the other person from hitting the ground. My end is on the ground and through the dust I can clearly see who deserted their post.
I hate being ignored and it is the one thing in my life that angers me more than anything because it shows more cruelty than a forceful slap across the face. When I take the time to talk to someone I do expect a response, it does not need to be long and drawn out, a simple connecting response to let me know I was heard will suffice. This is not a gender issue as far as I am concerned because I have run into many men who dislike being ignored just as much as I do.
Ignoring someone, without reasonable justification is tantamount to a declaration of war to me and so I fight to be noticed, I fight to be heard. And so, in writing this I am not targeting any one person in particular but a condition that has plagued me most of my life. Ignore me without just cause and I will remove you from my life. Ignore my need to express how I feel about any particular life event that I find monumentally important and I will remove you from my heart.
Believe that because I finally do...