Is It Over Yet
I thought I better take a few minutes to post something insightful. After this post, I’m cutting my life line. No more internet until I get moved and Time Warner can find time to fit me in their tight schedule. You’d think paying them $200 a month for 4 years would make me pretty important, but it doesn’t. Wow, I just figured out that’s almost $10,000. It’s going to be a pretty long weekend. I’m hoping to get 90% moved this weekend but I only feel about 10% packed (which is a major under estimate my friendly helpers). Packing is a never ending battle it seems and I’m starting to wonder if I need half of this stuff anymore. I guess only time will tell. I can’t believe I’m considering moving again in 3 months (a sign I’m either an idiot or crazy). Well, my eyes are sleepy and I have to get this modem unhooked. I’m starting to wonder about this blogging thing. It sort of creates an inner feeling of rejection when you think about the people you would think would be interested to see what you have to say may not even spend the time to read what you post. Rob’s going to say it is not about that, but it still sticks in the back of my mind frequently. Sometimes it is hard to decipher human actions in correlation to what they mean toward you individually. Sadly, I have to spend a lot of time finding the right thing to say because of how it may affect other people. Sometimes reality is far harsh for people to not get hurt. Okay, apparently I’m tired cause that sounded way to complex. Farewell my friends, until I have my life line pulsating through the walls of my new establishment.
Well since you took my it’s “not about that” comment away from me let me try this one on for size. People suck, friends don’t care and will more often then not abandon you when you need them the most and then show up again when you are on the other side of that dark patch in your life. Seems most people have a perception that the world is all sunshine and roses, their manical grip on this thought is all that keeps them from a downward spiral of despair and depression so to prevent them from throwing themselves in front of the next Amtrak they avoid anyone or anything that starts to put a crack in their paper thin facade about how happy, happy, joy, joy life is. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones who are strong enough to realize that sometimes the world really does piss on your head but you are strong enough to pick yourself up, dry the piss off your head and kick the world square in the nuts, just because they pretend life is great doesn’t mean that it always is. Sometimes all a “negative” person needs is a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen and not to see your back side as you hot foot it back to the land of shiny faces and pretty places. Bottom line most people only care about the person who looks back at them in the mirror because they don’t have the strength of character or the capacity for kindness it takes to care about someone else as much or more then the man/woman in the mirror.