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being reminded of how sarcastic, superior and insidious a person i am before i could consider finishing breakfast, would ordinarily set off a tempest in my guts. but hey, i think i'm becoming immune to Character Assasinations... but i perhaps the tactics have shifted from inducing insanity to making my innards petrify. it is a bit affective. maybe if it really mattered, i could find a reason to fight for resolution, but not if it means a lifetime of ass-kissing... for indeterminate wrongdoings. i just don't care. that's the sad truth. it's all about cutting to the bone, this ambush, and i'm not going to carry a blade. somehow, this early shitstorm got my ass in gear, immersed in little projects that took me outside... under the first true blue sky i'd seen in days. maybe weeks. i enjoyed the burn of sun on my forehead. making things take shape. having time to reconnoiter... ...about the friends i choose and the souls that have had influence. avoiding the human race would never have led me to be who i am. perhaps i have been arrogant about one thing: thinking that everybody is on my wavelength. all i'd need to do is go to the Shrine of Cheap Plastic Crap for some people-watching. the disappointing wakeup call... that some people you live with for years don't sync with you, after time. sometimes it's more like an unravelling sweater. hmmmm... all philosophical and shit. (incidentally, the title is a lyric from an anime soundtrack. even after being indicted for being all "japanified",i have no earthly idea what it's supposed to mean, either. but, isn't it fun?) |
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