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5:20 p.m. - 2005-07-21 Late in the day Frank spoke about how he hates how people think lowly of themselves. How he hates it so much when they beat themselves down.I know he meant well. I respect Frank. He is a stright shooter, doesnt suger coat anything, and has a good grasp of reality. But he also deserved a brief description of why I do what I do. I spoke in broken sentences for about 20 minutes. My sunglasses hid the tears threatening to fall but I couldnt hide the lump in My throat, or the break in My voice. It was a very sensitive topic. One I cant just let go of, or let slip by when it is something I deal with every day. I let some anger slip out. In words and in the tone of My voice he understood I was angry. Time hasnt healed anything for me. Because I simply cant forget, or let go. You wrong Me, I dont forget it ever. You only burn me once. Sometimes I "forget" or more exactly push aside the memories I have so I can keep a focused view of things. But when I vent like that, everything comes floating back. I compound everything into the lump I keep mlocked away and that is what fuels My bitterness. An unchewed, undigested piece of crap I cant just let go of. People make it sound so easy to just up and forget, to move on. I cannot do this. I have tried and I have accepted that I will always carry a bit of a burden with Me. It is how I am living in the here and now which allows me the freedom to drop the weight while I live. But it never really goes away. Mixed in with all the bad, was good times. Guilt by association. Take the good with the bad. Thats how i do things..... Cant have the new car WITHOUT the expense. Cant have a puppy without the poop. Cant get married and forget whats "her names birthday.... (woman in supermarket asks several questions) "is that a real gun, with real bullets?" Yes. "the bullets that kill people with gunpowder in them?" Works better than harsh language. (she stares blankly) Yes, they are real bullets.. *thinks to self what a moron she is* "I hate those things...." How nice for you. I used to think people were so much smarter than I was for the longest time. Despite sucking at math, I come across as a fucking genius intellect next to these people. And what irks me the most is they are the ones with the money. Tell me please where I went wrong... (the powers that be create a new life form) "Here is your choice, you can be wealthy, good looking, but you will be a moron" "sounds good to me, do I get a nice car?" Why arent they drowned at birth...
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