i guess people change... and for the worse sometimes...
so this gal' whom i went out with at my summer in Florida (really cool girl, sweet as pie) messaged me... and said teh quote abuot only counting on tax and death. i said i disagree entirely... she signed off after a little fight. then signed on and said "reality hurts... get used to it." and signed off.
key points from this convo:
1- she kept signing off and yealled
2- she told ME i diddnt talk to homeless people in Pittsburgh and i know i did. it was when i was writing that short story about human interaction, and there was Steven (the failed Novelest who is now homeless) he hits up shelter everyonce in a while and lives off of garbage food. his only regret is not trying harder. but he said and i believe him, that he was happy cause his life even up to being homeless had been exciting and full of love... he directly said were he to die on the streets he would feel he lived a good life
3- im happy... and though you DO need money for education and food... that is not even near whats needed for life... id honest to god rather be dead than living a life without my friends i have and my family. i dont care how fucking big my house is or how nice my car... if i diddnt know the folks i know, and love the kids ive loved (even if just for a while) id rather slit my wrists than live a rich lonely life.
4- last but definatly not least... she said "people leave you" or "they die" but the fact i would have ever known them is rewarding enough.
so heres an ode to her: so your unhappy, so your focusing on material-fuckin-isms... i dont need your fucking plastic nine-to-five shit. yeah i might need money for food and education (if i even have kids) but if thats all that you can count on in your life.... well you live i pretty fucking shitty life. so stuff that in your reality cake. cause ill be happy, and i guess i win. so what you gona do now? sign off again. sincerely ~david
ps- you do realize that you were being rude and short, but above all stubborn about my veiws. so if you cant be polite, and if your living without hope of love... wheres the excitement? but most importantly remember... that if your life is without love and all about tax and death, mine is about love and happyness. so who is getting the lesser side of the deal. who gets fucked in the end?
key points from this convo:
1- she kept signing off and yealled
2- she told ME i diddnt talk to homeless people in Pittsburgh and i know i did. it was when i was writing that short story about human interaction, and there was Steven (the failed Novelest who is now homeless) he hits up shelter everyonce in a while and lives off of garbage food. his only regret is not trying harder. but he said and i believe him, that he was happy cause his life even up to being homeless had been exciting and full of love... he directly said were he to die on the streets he would feel he lived a good life
3- im happy... and though you DO need money for education and food... that is not even near whats needed for life... id honest to god rather be dead than living a life without my friends i have and my family. i dont care how fucking big my house is or how nice my car... if i diddnt know the folks i know, and love the kids ive loved (even if just for a while) id rather slit my wrists than live a rich lonely life.
4- last but definatly not least... she said "people leave you" or "they die" but the fact i would have ever known them is rewarding enough.
so heres an ode to her: so your unhappy, so your focusing on material-fuckin-isms... i dont need your fucking plastic nine-to-five shit. yeah i might need money for food and education (if i even have kids) but if thats all that you can count on in your life.... well you live i pretty fucking shitty life. so stuff that in your reality cake. cause ill be happy, and i guess i win. so what you gona do now? sign off again. sincerely ~david
ps- you do realize that you were being rude and short, but above all stubborn about my veiws. so if you cant be polite, and if your living without hope of love... wheres the excitement? but most importantly remember... that if your life is without love and all about tax and death, mine is about love and happyness. so who is getting the lesser side of the deal. who gets fucked in the end?