Random musings and nothings...
It has been my philosophy as of late that if someone jumps in front of a moving freight train, it should go without saying that the logical mind would not have sympathy for the pain of the one that put themself there.
I get piercings. I get tattoos. I forfeit the right to bitch about how much it hurts...I chose that. I knew it would hurt. I cannot complain. I've no right to. And I've no right to expect that someone should feel bad for me because I can't sleep on this side of my body, or that my arm itches like mad..whatever...
This is reason. Where's the wrong in reason? Where's the wrong in being logical? Where's the wrong in excluding emotion from rational thought, is that not why thought is considered rational?
I've been one to think that a real friend is not the friend that patronises and gives a hug everytime something hurts. But that the real friend will be the one to tell you like it is, no matter how it hurts. They care about you, and that is why they tell you things that no one else will for one reason or another. They are the ones that have faith that you can get your life in order, and they are the ones that wait. They are the ones that know that not all times are good times, and they are the ones that do not sugar coat reality...
I've never been the one who knows how to say the right things to make someone feel better. I've always been too self concious..too hesitant, too aware that I loathe sugar coating, and false statements made to soothe...Sometimes my silence speaks for me, and oftentimes, its misinterpreted. Oftentimes, the things I say get misinterpreted. So I'm damned if I don't and damned if I do. So be it...
Everything I do has reasons behind it. I will not make false claims to always being rational, I know myself better than that. But I always have a reason for everything I do, and everything I don't do. That's the way I am wired.
It has dawned upon me as of late that I do not think in a very female sort of way. The female mind baffles and infuriates me. I'm Proud that I was raised in a household of men. My father taught me to think with logic, and to make sense of things as they are, and not as I feel.
This does not make me emotionless. This just makes me different..
My heart is not cold.
I get piercings. I get tattoos. I forfeit the right to bitch about how much it hurts...I chose that. I knew it would hurt. I cannot complain. I've no right to. And I've no right to expect that someone should feel bad for me because I can't sleep on this side of my body, or that my arm itches like mad..whatever...
This is reason. Where's the wrong in reason? Where's the wrong in being logical? Where's the wrong in excluding emotion from rational thought, is that not why thought is considered rational?
I've been one to think that a real friend is not the friend that patronises and gives a hug everytime something hurts. But that the real friend will be the one to tell you like it is, no matter how it hurts. They care about you, and that is why they tell you things that no one else will for one reason or another. They are the ones that have faith that you can get your life in order, and they are the ones that wait. They are the ones that know that not all times are good times, and they are the ones that do not sugar coat reality...
I've never been the one who knows how to say the right things to make someone feel better. I've always been too self concious..too hesitant, too aware that I loathe sugar coating, and false statements made to soothe...Sometimes my silence speaks for me, and oftentimes, its misinterpreted. Oftentimes, the things I say get misinterpreted. So I'm damned if I don't and damned if I do. So be it...
Everything I do has reasons behind it. I will not make false claims to always being rational, I know myself better than that. But I always have a reason for everything I do, and everything I don't do. That's the way I am wired.
It has dawned upon me as of late that I do not think in a very female sort of way. The female mind baffles and infuriates me. I'm Proud that I was raised in a household of men. My father taught me to think with logic, and to make sense of things as they are, and not as I feel.
This does not make me emotionless. This just makes me different..
My heart is not cold.