“Then I was like I swear I’ll kick your ass man. He’s all like trembling and shit, saying he’s sorry so I beat his ass in anyways…I had to. It’s the principle of it…” The group around this person seems to be in awe. They hang off his every word like it’s gospel. I sit in the background listening. There are times when I wonder how our species survived. I find myself listening to people around me wherever I may be. This world is full of bullshit and a lot of people cling to this bullshit. I know that sounds bitter and/or cynical but it’s based on observation.
I’m told I don’t seem to have interest or I don’t seem to care about the people around me. That’s not true at all. If I talk to you at all it means I’m not disinterested. I might not care very much about you, but I don’t hate you or dislike you. My hate is saved for special people who have earned it. My way of thinking is that when I meet someone they get the benefit of the doubt. You get a certain amount of trust. If you stick around long enough and you are a good person (by my standards) you get more of my trust and I will call you my friend. To stop being my friend you have to do something serious to violate my trust in you
Most people know my sense of humour well enough to know that when I make a comment about a statement that was made or when I make fun of someone it’s in jest. If I go too far I do feel bad and will apologize. So if you have been victim to my humour and were hurt by it I’m sorry. Take this comfort from it, it probably means I don’t hate you… either that or you provide too many openings for me to comment on. I’ll admit that I can be hypocritical sometimes. I can usually dish out and take insults but there are days that I can’t. That’s usually the day you don’t hear me talking much. People seem to notice my silence more. I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted by that.
This post is more like a diary entry for me. I know that’s the core of blogging. So take what you will from this entry. Even if it’s just knowing my thoughts a little better. Oh yeah, and eat shit.
I’m told I don’t seem to have interest or I don’t seem to care about the people around me. That’s not true at all. If I talk to you at all it means I’m not disinterested. I might not care very much about you, but I don’t hate you or dislike you. My hate is saved for special people who have earned it. My way of thinking is that when I meet someone they get the benefit of the doubt. You get a certain amount of trust. If you stick around long enough and you are a good person (by my standards) you get more of my trust and I will call you my friend. To stop being my friend you have to do something serious to violate my trust in you
Most people know my sense of humour well enough to know that when I make a comment about a statement that was made or when I make fun of someone it’s in jest. If I go too far I do feel bad and will apologize. So if you have been victim to my humour and were hurt by it I’m sorry. Take this comfort from it, it probably means I don’t hate you… either that or you provide too many openings for me to comment on. I’ll admit that I can be hypocritical sometimes. I can usually dish out and take insults but there are days that I can’t. That’s usually the day you don’t hear me talking much. People seem to notice my silence more. I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted by that.
This post is more like a diary entry for me. I know that’s the core of blogging. So take what you will from this entry. Even if it’s just knowing my thoughts a little better. Oh yeah, and eat shit.
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