Let's not even get into is she lovable yet, and assume she's amazing in every way. I don't have a great track record of thinking about what another's response is going to be to what I do, and I'm tired of settling for it's better to have loved and lost; so I'm interested in trying to think of others for a change. I'm old now. When I was a young man 30 year olds were ancient, and I'm 34 now. In my mind the cemetery has got to be right around the corner: am I wrong? But, seriously, where I'm think
I didn't know I was making myself look so bad.
I thought I was being friendly and putting fear to rest.
So, now I'm closed off.
My life is none of anyone else's business, and if people are going to disrespect me when I let them enter my business I ask they leave and never return.
Please, and thank you.
I know I said I may have problems I'm now acting like I don't.
That was me saying I'm still good, but I've gotten myself into a mess peop
In the middle of another one of their classic forever filibusters: where they drone on and on about how they've been handled, but don't explain why they got treated like that. Eventually, I cut in with, "I don't mean to be rude, but I've got stuff I need to get done: how much longer are we going to be here. You're showing me pictures I don't want to see dear. I've got the right to pick and choose what entertainment I'm subjecting myself to, and you're forcing your favorites off on me is leaving
As long as I keep waking in the morning I'll keep moving right along.
There's no sense in sitting sulking over what did not become.
All the points where it would have been fun if someone had of seen it my way, but their not doing so having kept me from living out dreams.
They only serve to keep me miserable.
Tomorrow I'll see a new potential outcome that might come to fruition.
It'll be fun tending it, believing in it, and trying to make it reality.
Maybe it'll
It was my fault. I shouldn't have assumed, stereotyped, or imagined. I saw the part of town she grew up in, her seemingly naive immature innocence, and heard she wasn't the type to have a high turn over rate. I should have taken the time to learn who she was. The first sign of withholding information should have been the end. The first broken promise should have done us in. I already knew as soon as that happens believing any words about doubts had is impossible, and it's hell when there's no co
I've hated it the whole time, but my mind still worries about the trouble that she might find. Never owed me a second thought. Not concern over my struggles, not appreciation for my help, and not communication in any manner. Never really ever knew where we stood. What I meant. If I mattered. None of that. Now it's over, and it's for the better. Too much misery to make it lifelong. Now she's out on the town every single night. Is she putting herself in danger? Not for me to know. Obviously hated
Sometimes I struggle with an internal longing for commendation of the positive life choices I started making over twenty years late. I know I shouldn't need to be recognized for finally developing an interest in being a worthwhile person, and I should be content with my rewards for wanting to be more than just a burden being the same health benefits, financial benefits, relational benefits, and relief from the constant toll not being in good standing with others can have on the mind every other
Can I be realistic and honest after having had sometime to reflect on Thanksgiving and the human condition as a whole. The only thing about each of our lives that is mandatory is that we eventually die. Some of us do it within a matter of days after conception, and, according to a few of the news sources I follow, some of us do it well after we've reached the ripe old age of a hundred and fifty, but that's the guaranteed only experience each and every single one of us is going to share. Everythi
She used to tell me what I wanted to hear. I'll give her that. Not everybody does that. But, now she comes off like that was all she was supposed to do in order to earn my loyalty for life. The words needed to be mirrored by action if her intent was to keep my affection. Otherwise, I view them as nothing more than lies that were told in an attempt to manipulate. That makes her worse than most; because it's not everyday someone tries to con me. Now that I don't let her take everything I have whil
Like it or not public perceptions matter.
The smartest person in the room acting lackadaisical and looking disheveled might lead others to assume their possessing the same traits is acceptable.
If they don't operate at peak performance they could lose a job over not being profitable.
If everyone can't do it no one can.
Boo-hoo.
Frown frown frown.
The hardest working member of the team constantly relishing the last one night stand or heavy bender might be a prompt t
seeing myself and my life and my concerns
the roles I played in the creation of many of my complaints
but also how I've earned the smiles I'm so often disliked for wearing
don't want to be a do as little for as much as possible
I believe in offering quality products at a fair price
done being ostracized for fighting for care about any who don't
if I'm going to look bad I'd rather it be to the unproductive and the opportunistic
than being unwanted by the worthwh
a few less hairs few more miles on me
a little less selfish little more footprint conscious
question first hesitate to shoot instead of guns blazing mentality
party a little less I see mortality
head down breath deep and concentrate
instead of high head chest out over confident
the world is changing is it all for the good
under developed lands showing up to be equals at the global table
grandmas working jobs at a century old
but around here the scen
She said: I love you so much I'll let you die for me.
I said: Do you love me enough to not put me in a situation like that.
She said: I don't know about all that.
I said: I love you so much I'll let you solve all the problems you create for yourself on your own.
She didn't love that too much.