so, i haven’t blogged in awhile, and that is mostly due to the lack of anything to say. well not true obviously, but more so… a lack of anything to say to anyone who reads me.
Most people are onions. Layers and layers of things, that cause pain to crying for anyone peeling them away, and worse for the onion (person) because it’s like you’re forcing them to shed one of the layers of their skin.
But for me? well… I’m not an onion. what you see, is what you get. I don’t care if telling the truth will lose me a friend. I don’t have any interest in winning friends or influencing people. I don’t have any interest in whatever game it is that you think i need to play in order to accommodate the game you’re currently playing.
I get bored when I’m given an ultimatum. I have zero interest if someone feels the need to use the “how important is your job to you” style of logic to try to “motivate” me as it tends to have the opposite affect.
and when i’m out, and i’m listening to you all talk and listening to the bullshit that you tell yourselves, in order to validate yourselves, I realize that I must have been born on a different planet.
because for me? on my planet. people don’t lie. not to each other and not to themselves.
the inhabitants of my planet don’t have phrases like “individual morality” or “what is ok for me, might not be ok for you.”
because they know that everything that they think, do, believe and function within is a ripple affect that will affect someone else, and as a result, every nuance of those thoughts and actions have to be measured to the final conclusion – with the ability to accept that if even one person is injured, or slighted, that it is not an optional choice.
no one on my little planet believes that they’re entitled to anything, or shouldn’t ‘settle’. probably because no one on my planet understands what settling means.
does it mean that you don’t settle until you’re too old and your saleable shelf life is now pointless, and you’re only a pin cushion, because your biological clock is nearing it’s final ding dong, and well, better a baby without a family than no baby at all?
or does it mean that there aren’t any “choices” out there, while you missed those choices standing right in front of you while you were looking over your shoulder at what walked by, in case you might miss it?
on my planet, money isn’t more important than people.
on my planet, everyone deserves 5 minutes of our time.
on my planet, you can’t get fired for taking time off to do good for someone else.
on my planet, it’s not all about me.
all these things to me, are normal, so obviously this planet.? Is not my planet.
so… if you think that i think i’m better than you? well, you’re probably right, since it bothers you enough to need to put me down, or find flaw with me.
if you think i’m rude or arrogant, then well, to you, i probably am, since i don’t care about what excuse you use to validate, rationalize or justify why you did what you did, which meant screwing someone over, lying to them, or hiding behind your onioned layers.
well… don’t worry… i’m sure that my planet will come and get me some day… cuz here’s a little something for you…
i could write a horoscope. and hand it to anyone on the street, and you know what? that same horoscope will get me one result.
“oh my God! how’d you know me so well?” and it would be the same horoscope that i hand you, that i handed a thousand people before you, and after you. because the only thing important to you, is you. you don’t actually care about anyone else. you only think you do.
that is how weak the inhabitants of this planet are, and that is why this is not my planet.
God doesn’t live here.
