I am, so I am.
I confess that I seriosly dislike people who advertise "every flower must be allowed to bloom" -philosophy and then get pissed off when someone else doesn't. Well, that's a flower and if they live up to their words, they must leave it to the shitpile and let it grow.
Personally, I do not tolerate idiotism. People make mistakes, yes. Are they allowed a second chance? Often they are, but not always. Third chance? Nope. Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice, shame on me. Of course, if I love you a lot, I will tolerate more, but if you then cross the line, the punishment will be severe. Ask Atte. Ask Ellis. They know. If I don't know you? Why the hell would you deserve a second chance then? Or a third? Or a fourth? Even though I might have delusions of grandeur and deityship, I am not Jesus. More like Crom Dubh.
I of course, as most people, act like an idiot from time to time. If I blow up my chances, well, I'm fucked. I don't expect any kind of amnesty. It's okay if you don't like me. It's also okay if you decide that your greater loyalties lay elsewhere. But don't be a whiny biatch about it.
People make choices, I expect them to pay for it. I pay my dues every fucking day. It's not the easy road, hell no, but it's the road I have chosen, and I will stick to it, come hell or high water.
I have never lied to you that I am a nice person. I am not. I am a bitter, hardheaded, stubborn, bad mouthed, violent, judgemental and misantrhopic son of a bitch. Clear enough? If you are on my good side, I remain your loving and loyal friend who will die for you if you ask. Simple as that. I will not support idiotism, betrayal or lying to me. I will not do something against my own code of honor, nor will I accept anyone as my friend just because someone asks. I do not give my life for a person I don't like. Of course, in an utopia my friends would also give their lives to me and so understand what do I mean when I call someone a friend, but that's okay. I have a thing for martyrdom, so I am a willing victim. Those who know what I am willing to do for them... Keep it to yourselves, please.
So... Bitch, whine and moan, but understand, that does not help. I still am me. I am slowly moving towards a point when I actually expect some kind of friendship, love or liking back from the ones I love, but philosophically I can't be mad if someone responds to my love with hatred. I can't be responsible for someone else's feelings.
I remain true.
Personally, I do not tolerate idiotism. People make mistakes, yes. Are they allowed a second chance? Often they are, but not always. Third chance? Nope. Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice, shame on me. Of course, if I love you a lot, I will tolerate more, but if you then cross the line, the punishment will be severe. Ask Atte. Ask Ellis. They know. If I don't know you? Why the hell would you deserve a second chance then? Or a third? Or a fourth? Even though I might have delusions of grandeur and deityship, I am not Jesus. More like Crom Dubh.
I of course, as most people, act like an idiot from time to time. If I blow up my chances, well, I'm fucked. I don't expect any kind of amnesty. It's okay if you don't like me. It's also okay if you decide that your greater loyalties lay elsewhere. But don't be a whiny biatch about it.
People make choices, I expect them to pay for it. I pay my dues every fucking day. It's not the easy road, hell no, but it's the road I have chosen, and I will stick to it, come hell or high water.
I have never lied to you that I am a nice person. I am not. I am a bitter, hardheaded, stubborn, bad mouthed, violent, judgemental and misantrhopic son of a bitch. Clear enough? If you are on my good side, I remain your loving and loyal friend who will die for you if you ask. Simple as that. I will not support idiotism, betrayal or lying to me. I will not do something against my own code of honor, nor will I accept anyone as my friend just because someone asks. I do not give my life for a person I don't like. Of course, in an utopia my friends would also give their lives to me and so understand what do I mean when I call someone a friend, but that's okay. I have a thing for martyrdom, so I am a willing victim. Those who know what I am willing to do for them... Keep it to yourselves, please.
So... Bitch, whine and moan, but understand, that does not help. I still am me. I am slowly moving towards a point when I actually expect some kind of friendship, love or liking back from the ones I love, but philosophically I can't be mad if someone responds to my love with hatred. I can't be responsible for someone else's feelings.
I remain true.