In a world of painted faces and fake smiles, it's easy to blend into your fake surroundings.
This, however, is of no use to me. Where it may brings others success, it only leads me into frustration. I'm forced to hone and exhaust my judgement skills in order to sift through the shit and find a handful of "real" people. I don't like no-faced, nor two-faced people, I have no use or admiration for them.
Fortunately, for the sake of self-love, I am brave enough to be myself. People won't and don't like it, but that's alright. I don't expect anyone to unwillingly deal with me.
I'm brash, crass, arrogant, opinionated, outspoken, critical, skeptical, jaded, anal, thoughtful, romantic, compassionate, intelligent, correct more often than not, competitive, liked, loved, disliked, and hated.
Honestly, I'm fine with all of those adjectives, because collectively they comprise who I am. And generally, I'm content with who I am. I attract people who I'd like to be in my life and repel those whom I'm disinterested in. A perfect recipe for me.
What I refuse to accept or respect, however, are those who dislike me without ever giving me a fair chance. I have hordes of people who dislike me, but have never met me, and hordes of people who use to like me until rumors, lies, and half-truths infected them from the minds of my skeptics. I don't enjoy people holdings misconceptions or false-expectations of me, it makes me dissapointed and uncomfortable.
I'd prefer for every person I meet to come into my world with a clean slate and shiny facade.
P.S. Now that I'm done being vulnerable for a moment, fuck off.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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good post. ha, enjoy the p.s.
ReplyDeleteIf anyone ever asks how I became so wise and such a good writer, I'll tell them I got it from my mother, and refer them to this post.
ReplyDeleteIf you're pissed off about people who don't know you hating you for no reason, take a look at the way you write your blogs. You're not a fucking thesaurus. Stop writing angsty teenage rants and running them through the pretentious asshole filter. No one cares about your life. No one cares that people hate you. Your complaints are the same as every other sheep who hates the world for being sheep. Being cynical and hating the mainstream is the most ridiculous thing, because it's mainstream to hate the mainstream.
ReplyDeleteGood luck trying to get people to like you, though.
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ReplyDeleteThank you for proving my point, cliche. (:
ReplyDeleteAnd if you're so unimpressed and disgusted by me, why give me your precious time? It's hard to offend me when giving me attention. Love me or hate me, you're still thinking about me.
By the way, I'm not the sheep nor the shepherd, I'm the wolf.
Never said my time was precious, I just think you're a dick and you've no right to complain about being hated. You brought that shit on yourself. It's like the sluttiest chick you know complaining about she's pregnant, or has herpes. It's not rocket science as to why it's happening.
ReplyDeleteI find it intriguing that you don't know me, yet have so much insight about me. You just seem to know me so well, it's as if we're connected by some intangible bond.
ReplyDeleteI heard you give GREAT head!
ReplyDeleteHugs' n Kisses
Your man in Kansas
You know I do, babe. :*
ReplyDeleteKeep reppin' that K-Star, bro.
Kisses'n Hugs
Your boy in SoWi.