Thursday, February 21, 2013

Sob Because of Grief Forcing Flow in a Channel to the Sea

Found this one in my drafts from September and found it extremely fitting for my current situation:

"I'm from New England.  To some of you that means nothing but to others it means a lot.  I'm straightforward, direct, to the point, blunt...you get it.  I say what is on my mind.  I rarely use a filter.  Sarcasm is the only other language I know and I speak it very, very well.  Most think I'm an a-hole, mean, abrasive, insensitive and to them I say I'm sorry that I was not brought up in a world where every kid won a trophy.  I will not put up with you talking down to me, disrespecting me, or talking back.  Your feelings are hurt because you are not tough, you are expecting gifts, you want everyone to love one another.  Even when I'm honest and I'm being nice, it still never means anything.  But I can only be nice for so long.  And then, unlike the cowards who speak ill behind one's back, I'm direct with no regard for outside opinion of the ignorance that judges me. The negativity fuels my fire, gives me confidence and it means I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing; and that is being myself.  I will never live my life trying to make every single person happy just to make sure everyone likes me.  I know who my friends are, I know who cares about me, I know who understands me, and those are the people I show respect to and care about the most in this world.  I'm an ass because I choose to make myself happy instead of pretending to BE happy just for the sake of those around me."

Damn, it's refreshing to be back.


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