Apr 07, 2005 22:48
I suppose the first thing I should do is decide where to begin. A lot has happened in the past few weeks, perhaps longer. It is rather hard to say considering its blurred into one giant beating if you will. I'm broken, empty, a shell without filling, and times grow darker still when it appears to have rubbed off on others. Let us have a few for instances, and see where that leads us, yes?
We'll start with the idiots and work our way down. Some people just don't seem to understand that their brain was given to them for use, and unless stricken with brain damage or a solid reason for being retarded, this is just unacceptable. Buck up, move on, or die and save us all a lot of time. Far be it from me to determine who is smart and who is dumb, but seriously, when you ask someone why you should bother to follow a rule because it wasn't written in stone becomes entirely one sided.
I will address my fellow LJ friends, as I have not had open communication with many of you in quite some time. Genin, man, you think about the girl too much. Really you do. There will be others, better, and far more entertaining. Love isn't always the answer, sometimes its just the thrill we need, and a dial tone to ignore in the morning. Somechick, my girlie. How do I always seem to find you when I need you? Need I really say more? There are things no others know, that you would hold in silent confidence for me. I am grateful.
Recently however, there has been a developement between some mutual friends of mine and the horrible thing that has been deemed moral hypocrisy. I only feel the need to address this because by being close to both, I am inevitably drawn to the center, by my own volition I must say. Simply put, people do what people are going to do, right or wrong is left for the individual to decide. Another may percieve it as an incorrect, or unjust action, and this could be the view of the mass on whole, but to assume you can have a conversation about sensitive material, or even which type of pie is the best, and have it not be influenced by a person's moral fiber or experience is a little on the crazy side.
Let us be realistic for a minute here. A simple "Eh, you disagree, lets not talk about it" is all that is required. If people keep pushing, take a step back, take a breath, let it pass and then go about things as they were. Even the most stubborn, pig-headed, bitchy (not my words) person can be subdued with tactics. Something we all must learn in time, or we lose out on some of our greatest experience. The fact that others should suffer for the follies of a few is again, not a respectable act. One side carries on, the other is silent. This troubles me like bran troubles the colon.
Quiet reflection leads me to the thought of inescapable inconsistencies. I have read through both entries of said person, and rather than respond seperately to each, this will have to do. It is rather clear that the bridge has been broken, neither wishes to apologize or feel one is necessary. Great. That was never the issue I imagine. I believe the true issue is the need to become independent via a human step ladder. I for one, intend to not be a rung in such matters. Let us leave it at the following...
The path that each of you wish to walk is no longer bound at any given point. Tokimi has been down the road before and thusly has reason for her concerns, and you should, after all, be aware of that as I know you are, and respect that she speaks from experience. This does not mean you must do as she says, she isn't attempting to dictate your life, only tell you from experience it hurts. You'll realize that in time, just as I did after talking to her at length.
Tokimi, you are a doll. Stubborn, yes. Bitchy, yes. Set in your ways, sure. But for all the self-doubt you would impose upon yourself in this place, in this time, in this situation, I beg you take leave of the problem, and leave it to die on the path fate chose for it. As he has done, with his last post, I suppose it is time for us all to move, unimportant, wasted and drained as we feel. Such a picture we had all wished, has no paint to bring it together.