Maybe...I'll just go to Baltimore first
What a head-spinning thing to wake up to. The world blew up while I worked and slept.
I could add to a whole lot of more of opinions--but I won't. Not that I don't want to, but there are some things I prefer to keep close to the vest and just air to those who need hearing them. Just because I can say a thing, doesn't mean I need to say said thing in public.
Oh, just a warning, don't blink on Thursday, you might miss my "match".
I will say this though: It's human nature to ridicule excess. Honestly. We make fun of people who are too heavy, too skinny, too pale, too dark, not as good looking, not as articulate, too stringent, too emotional, all in order to cover up our own insecurities and flaws. If we're pointing out so-and-so's mole on the tip of their nose, no-one will pay attention to the one on your own back.
Then I look at the flip side of the coin: certain excessive behavior is damned aggravating, because it makes us look at our own shortcomings and realize "Hey, my own life sucks.' Damn you and your perfect little life, your perfect little partner, your perfect sex, your perfect everything. Shut up before I gouge your eyes out.
Combine the two, and you get conflict of epic proportions.
The other day Shane called me to 'apologize' for things he had said after I decided to ream him a new asshole. I was very honest about my feelings. Most of you know me...if I'm not comfortable around people, I'll either pull back into my shell or just lash out until there's nothing but tatters left. I think I might pull back into my shell this week as week, to keep from shredding into tatters. But my opinion of the whole matter is: I hope it's all over for now. Those of us hiding from the cross-fire would like to get on with life in general. Unfortunately, I don't think it is. Human emotion that's bottled up, once unleashed, tends to wash over like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path.
I tend to bitch not for myself, but for the ones more deserving than myself. I know my role. I wish I had more, but the only way to get more it s prove that I truly want it. I hope thing new angle will help. I have a lot to work on. A lot. I've gotten soft and lazy. If I want to maintain where I am, that has to change. For no-one else. Just for myself. I know where I could be. I just have to work harder to get there. If that's not my fate at least I worked my ass off to the best of my ability.
I need to catch a flight. I'll catch up with people later if they'd like.
I could add to a whole lot of more of opinions--but I won't. Not that I don't want to, but there are some things I prefer to keep close to the vest and just air to those who need hearing them. Just because I can say a thing, doesn't mean I need to say said thing in public.
Oh, just a warning, don't blink on Thursday, you might miss my "match".
I will say this though: It's human nature to ridicule excess. Honestly. We make fun of people who are too heavy, too skinny, too pale, too dark, not as good looking, not as articulate, too stringent, too emotional, all in order to cover up our own insecurities and flaws. If we're pointing out so-and-so's mole on the tip of their nose, no-one will pay attention to the one on your own back.
Then I look at the flip side of the coin: certain excessive behavior is damned aggravating, because it makes us look at our own shortcomings and realize "Hey, my own life sucks.' Damn you and your perfect little life, your perfect little partner, your perfect sex, your perfect everything. Shut up before I gouge your eyes out.
Combine the two, and you get conflict of epic proportions.
The other day Shane called me to 'apologize' for things he had said after I decided to ream him a new asshole. I was very honest about my feelings. Most of you know me...if I'm not comfortable around people, I'll either pull back into my shell or just lash out until there's nothing but tatters left. I think I might pull back into my shell this week as week, to keep from shredding into tatters. But my opinion of the whole matter is: I hope it's all over for now. Those of us hiding from the cross-fire would like to get on with life in general. Unfortunately, I don't think it is. Human emotion that's bottled up, once unleashed, tends to wash over like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path.
I tend to bitch not for myself, but for the ones more deserving than myself. I know my role. I wish I had more, but the only way to get more it s prove that I truly want it. I hope thing new angle will help. I have a lot to work on. A lot. I've gotten soft and lazy. If I want to maintain where I am, that has to change. For no-one else. Just for myself. I know where I could be. I just have to work harder to get there. If that's not my fate at least I worked my ass off to the best of my ability.
I need to catch a flight. I'll catch up with people later if they'd like.