Finally a post with a little bit of meaning.
First im going to start off with a reply. No names need to be mentioned but yes the people who do care about you will shine. I always said that a simple fonecall would make such a difference. It would to me. So im glad that it made a difference to you.
Secondly. Don’t go looking. Bad mistake. I did it. You’ll miss what you need to experience and learn from. You’ll convince yourself that he is the one. (that isn’t my advice by the way, that’s just passed on from someone much more in tune than I am)
I am glad I made a bit of a difference in your day. I’ll be reading. I may not always respond, but know that someone is reading your words, as opposed to a massive network comprehending characters, placing them in sequence, and displaying them as words. Just know that someone else knows, as well as understands what’s going on.
Now. To me.
Today I was infuriated. Correction. Today I AM infuriated. So I was downtown earlier in the after noon. Once I was finished there I made my way back to maple and decided hey why not go see my family at the barbeque. So I did. And I was fucking surprised. Many greeted me. Hugs and kisses, from the people I love of course. Some whom I haven’t seen for some time.
The music was tasteless, as well as careless. Which made it perfect for the party. But the tastelessness became a conversation piece among many. Myself as an observer of the conversation, I sat and studied everyone’s arguments for why this song is worthless. And I agree, “I Kissed a girl and I Liked It” does not in any way exhibit talent, skill, or originality of any sort.
So I didn’t bother wasting my breath. But for the first time in my life I actually felt like lifting my arm and backhanding my mother so hard across the face that she wouldn’t experience another headache for the rest of her life.
Her biggest concern about the song was not that people can make money off of bullshit lyrics and horrible singers who’s voices have been made to sound decent enough to tolerate for three and a half minutes. No, her concern was that and I quote “sure, and now it’s just going to promote shit like that”
I know. Old fashioned. It’s just how people are. How parents are.
But it pissed me off. Mostly because my mother doesn’t ever really know shit about shit. But she has the nerve to open her mouth about a subject on which she posses no insight to. She says things for the sake of saying them. Yet she preaches about being careful what you say and to whom you say it. Bad example Mom.
This got me thinking afterwards.
Not to brag but I always have people praising me. Telling me how proud they are of me. So in learning another small piece of information about me this can go three different ways.
1. nothing changes and everything stays the same. (simple and easy)
2. the person realises that, wow I really fuckign suck as a judge of character cause this person completely lead me in another direction when really he’s (whatever they feel I would be). And in turn they stop trusting anybody and start watching out because they don’t know who they really know.
*Not the most realistic outcome because most people are just ignorant humans, which brings me to number three.*
3.Cut the person out. Forget about what happened. And if ever the subject comes up, bash them and make yourself look good.
So, which will it be. Unfortunately, only time will reveal that answer.
R.A.J.
Secondly. Don’t go looking. Bad mistake. I did it. You’ll miss what you need to experience and learn from. You’ll convince yourself that he is the one. (that isn’t my advice by the way, that’s just passed on from someone much more in tune than I am)
I am glad I made a bit of a difference in your day. I’ll be reading. I may not always respond, but know that someone is reading your words, as opposed to a massive network comprehending characters, placing them in sequence, and displaying them as words. Just know that someone else knows, as well as understands what’s going on.
Now. To me.
Today I was infuriated. Correction. Today I AM infuriated. So I was downtown earlier in the after noon. Once I was finished there I made my way back to maple and decided hey why not go see my family at the barbeque. So I did. And I was fucking surprised. Many greeted me. Hugs and kisses, from the people I love of course. Some whom I haven’t seen for some time.
The music was tasteless, as well as careless. Which made it perfect for the party. But the tastelessness became a conversation piece among many. Myself as an observer of the conversation, I sat and studied everyone’s arguments for why this song is worthless. And I agree, “I Kissed a girl and I Liked It” does not in any way exhibit talent, skill, or originality of any sort.
So I didn’t bother wasting my breath. But for the first time in my life I actually felt like lifting my arm and backhanding my mother so hard across the face that she wouldn’t experience another headache for the rest of her life.
Her biggest concern about the song was not that people can make money off of bullshit lyrics and horrible singers who’s voices have been made to sound decent enough to tolerate for three and a half minutes. No, her concern was that and I quote “sure, and now it’s just going to promote shit like that”
I know. Old fashioned. It’s just how people are. How parents are.
But it pissed me off. Mostly because my mother doesn’t ever really know shit about shit. But she has the nerve to open her mouth about a subject on which she posses no insight to. She says things for the sake of saying them. Yet she preaches about being careful what you say and to whom you say it. Bad example Mom.
This got me thinking afterwards.
Not to brag but I always have people praising me. Telling me how proud they are of me. So in learning another small piece of information about me this can go three different ways.
1. nothing changes and everything stays the same. (simple and easy)
2. the person realises that, wow I really fuckign suck as a judge of character cause this person completely lead me in another direction when really he’s (whatever they feel I would be). And in turn they stop trusting anybody and start watching out because they don’t know who they really know.
*Not the most realistic outcome because most people are just ignorant humans, which brings me to number three.*
3.Cut the person out. Forget about what happened. And if ever the subject comes up, bash them and make yourself look good.
So, which will it be. Unfortunately, only time will reveal that answer.
R.A.J.