Quite simply, I'm so weary of 24/7 negativity from reading a lot of people. Without going down the very looooooooong, yet prestigious! list of maladies/issues/problems/disappointments/e
Some of us have cause, yet DON'T.
You know what? If you only knew that crap I've *lived through* (much less am still GOING through) you'd feel like a jackass for being all "woe-is-me-and-my-uber-pathetic-life" writing.
I promise. Bet.
The really sickening and disappointing thing about reading this crap is that (1) these issues are TRIVIAL; (2) only WE can change the course of our lives; whining/crying about it accomplishes nothing; (3) some people have *real issues* and yet don't write about them; and (4) after a certain point, I find myself not even bothering to read at all, and am, in fact, apathetic to your pity-party cause.
Stop it already. NO ONE is forcing you to ... well, be YOU. If you're that unhappy CHANGE IT. Other people are poorer; oh wait! You don't have real money issues. My bad. You're eating fine, and on a regular basis. Okay -- other people are in worse health; oh wait! YOU'RE NOT SUFFERING FROM ANY 'KNOWN' MALADY/DISEASE/ETC...not even a freakin' cold. Okay, okay, I got it! Other people have their hearts broken; ohhhhhh wait!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT.
YOU JUST NEED A CAUSE, YOU NEED TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF. And why?! Because you refuse to alter the path on which you travel, because I'm pretty convinced -- at THIS point -- you LIKE being freakin' miserable.
Enough of that crap already. Read the news. Compare it to your life. Visit a hospital. Travel. REALLY get to know "your friends" or those you call "friend." If you don't feel outright SHAME at your behavior, then I'm thinking God (or YOU) wasted flesh and oxygen.
Keep hanging on to others for your happiness. I'm SURE they appreciate the added burden of YOU. Keep pointing fingers at others for your miserable lot in life. Surely, you couldn't be at fault! Noooooooo! That can't be. Blame it on everybody ELSE. Hell, blame it on the rain *dances, sings...*.
Seriously, it's gotten so bad that I literally cringe when I see a handful of people. Why? Because I KNOW that it'll be NOTHING but gloom, doom, despair, and worse -- THEY CAN CHANGE IT, BUT DON'T. It's simply day after day of "woe is mes"...and since I *am* embracing my man-self, yet refuse to show the restraint most MEN do (because let's face it -- the only thing stopping them from saying this very thing is in the hopes that ONE DAY, they might actually SCORE with these people...lolol).
Enough already, mkay?
My hand is tired from mentally stroking you. Fact. My brain is tired from listening to what you're trying to justify as "real misery." And my tailbone is sick of being in this chair, and feeling that now-familiar *twitch* when your username pops up.
Yeah. Begs the question of why I don't do a clean sweep. I'm almost there. Give me a few weeks. And yes, it's your journal. You SHOULD write about what you want/how you feel/whatever. Doodle...cry...whine. But *I* don't have to read it.
So enough of that. It's making ME SICK just writing about it, but I'm glad I got it out of my system. No, it's not ONE person. No, it's not gender-specific. But for those who're guilty of this, I promiseeeeeeeee you, I'm not the only one who sees your name, rolls my eyes, and passes you up...again.
And you want *us* to sing, dance, hug, even WRITE to entertain you?!?! WHY DO WE WANT TO AT THIS POINT? Answer: WE DON'T.
Whew. That felt GOOD. I must be evil. That was the "nice, toned WAY DOWN" version. Heh. In other news, it's SO late, and I should be sound asleep and YET...started writing and couldn't stop. Accomplished much, and am really *preening* over these efforts. :) This is falling in to place neatly. Of course, I didn't even get started until late, since Kelsey and I were spending quality time together talking and picking out fabric for the quilt we're going to make. Neat idea! We're both excited about this project. :-D We've been busy clipping off buttons, zippers and other things which *could* be used on other projects. See?! Here I go again, finding something NEW TO COLLECT. Hahahaha. It never ends. So much for FengShoe. Get rid of a ton of crap, start collecting NEW schtuff. At least we're actively busy on this project, and I won't just stare and stare and stare and...yeah. Save it forever, wondering "Whatever happened to that great idea I had, involving my favorite candle wax and acorns?" :D
She and I had a couple of fairly serious/deep conversations which will naturally be saved for elsewhere. Although I kept thinking: "I need to remember this quip; it's hilarious, and I should journal that conversation", all was lost with the serious stuff. Geeeez. THEY GROW UP SO FAST!!
Ja, so even though I'm not tired, and I really REALLY wanted to pen a short story in here for me (and my lil group of friends), I'm gonna attempt to sleep. Busy day tomorrow, and yikes...she's gonna be on the 'net in la manana. Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaa t.