Anonymous.
I have poured over this blog always trying to find a topic.
No topic. Psychological and emotional dumping is what is at hand, so have at it.
I don’t understand beautiful people.
Isn’t it funny? I think that I am better than everyone else, but always want to be more than myself.
This is panic at its finest. Everything is fine. Everything is tamed. No worries, right?
I know that someone I know is reading this, and the next thing they will say are the following: “Are you okay? Do you want to talk? I’m always here for you. You’re wonderful, don’t forget that.”
(insert sarcastic tone here) Please.
1. Who on this good, greenish earth is “okay”?
2. No, I want to not talk and be understood.
3. No, no. You’re not, not really
4. Thanks, but the sentiment is lost on me.
Oh, the pains of being the glue, the rock, the “strong, silent type”
Seriously, I would like to hand out a card to some people that just says “grow a pair.”
I would like to freely draw a line through any kind of committment. Anything that I cannot run from anytime I want, I really don’t want a part of. You know everyone says, “Oh, if you want out, I understand.” Yeah, right. You understand like you’ll call me up in two years and blame me for the tears in your fruity mixed drink that night.
Oh, no. I’m flattering myself again. Too much credit.
Nope, sorry. Today is not the day for you to give me constructive criticism. Also, I hope you know that when you evaluate me, my work, my art, or my performances,I can tell when you lie.
You didn’t say it, but
I heard disappointment, boredom, lack of interest, and judgement.
I’m sorry, what have you done lately?
So on behalf of my brain, my youthful, stubborn, higher-than-thou ways, I see all of this justified.
Because I never talk about anything to anyone.
I can’t really, truly express anything to anyone these days, anyway. So half of this post was probably a lie too. Guess that’s for me to know. That way, I still get personal satisfaction of keeping my secrets. After all, we really don’t anyone to know us, do we? Hard. Cold. Truth.
That felt good. I recommend you do the same.
Thank you, and goodnight.
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