Life. Or something like it.
Everyone wants someone to “open up”. The big problem is that that opening up can be catastrophic.
I was recently asked to be extremely truthful about some periods of my past, and I have found that the unburied corpses still are quite awake, and quite pissed off. Some of you who know me are figured in this matrix, those who aren’t are dust.
I mean dust in the sense that some shit just doesn’t matter. If I told you that you looked “ fat in those pants” it was because you asked. I don’t ridicule people until I am ridiculed…and then get set for a MG42.
Two people who mean the world to me have asked me to open up, and I don’t think life has ever been so painful since.
We all do things that we sweep under a rug, and pretend that they just aren’t there. Now, I am coming to grips with some of the shit that I have pulled on others, and I am gagging hard.
I have never thought of myself as being nasty or mean-spirited. At all. Yeah, I can pull a few pranks, but I have stopped others from happening when I knew they were over the top. A bit of hi-jinks is ok now and again, but when it causes pain, it is too far down the path for me.
I basically drove one woman who loved me to death to hate me, just because I was pissed off about a trivial circumstance. I miss her dearly.
There is no excuse for that. None. I was an asshole. Picking fights about junk, worrying about things that really didn’t matter? WTF? I got into a fight with her about the validity of “modern combat jets” once. Christ…she was a horse trainer ! She knew more about horses than anyone I have ever (or probably will know) been around, and I had to pick a fight over fucking fighter jets.
Man, sometimes my knickers are just to friggin’ tight.
A while ago I was asked by two friends of mine who love me dearly to start actually being real, and not working the words around every subject.
I don’t know if I like me much anymore.
I have always been taught to look at one’s self in the mirror, and judge what manner of man I have become.
My dad would kick my ass.
Thank god for my owl. Archimedes is my “ go to’ person. No, he is not just an owl, he has a spirit that keeps me somewhat sane. Somewhat.
Archimedes looks at life somewhat more simply, and 100% more honestly than I do. What do I need today to eat. What do I need for tomorrow..
I’ve failed a lot of you over the years, and trust me, I don’t forget any of my screw-ups. I did what I did, and I do take the full burden of the idiocy.
I’ve shut a door on many a person that did nothing more than to want to have friend. Likewise, I’ve spurned love when it was offered to me, because I thought “ I could do better”. Gag.
Life isn’t about power points. Life is just …life. I am really, really, really trying to do better with what I was granted, and that would be the love and friendship that those of you out there have just given me freely, with no restrictions.
I do believe I shall worship you, from now on, if that is o.k.