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Ok, I think I've got the hang of this now...
Some things just don't make any sense at all. I suppose that to people who
don't know me, my thought process is one of those things.
I don't really like that I have to explain myself to people. I guess to a
certain extent, I don't HAVE to explain myself to people but I hate feeling
like no one "gets it" if I don't.
Look, there are things that are here, and there are things that aren't here
anymore. A lot of the things that influenced me aren't here anymore. I'm
not speaking in terms of the things from my childhood that simply passed
into history/obscurity. Metaphorical metaphysics. I mean there are just
parts of my personality that died. It happens to everyone, or almost
everyone. I guess we try to call it "growing up and growing old".
Its sad really. That joy, that inner happiness that so many of us lost along
the way. I can't really show you mine, even if you think you can show me
yours. Each of us lose that spark in a different way. Premature
responsibility, dysfunctional families. Whatever caused it for you is your
own private "death" and even if you explain it no one will get it, or worse
yet they probably won't care.
Ever try "baring your soul" and people think you're just a whiny bitch? Yeah
you learn real quick just to bottle it all up and be a real mutha-fukker to
people Who get in your way.
So what's the point of all this? I have no idea. I was thinking to myself
that if someone just understood, maybe I've have better relationships with
people. Then after pondering it a bit I realized that of course I'm not
alone. So many people in modern society lost their "inner child" while they
were in some regards still "kids"
Wait... I'm not even going to finish. I'm a bastard.
Ok, I think I've got the hang of this now...
Some things just don't make any sense at all. I suppose that to people who
don't know me, my thought process is one of those things.
I don't really like that I have to explain myself to people. I guess to a
certain extent, I don't HAVE to explain myself to people but I hate feeling
like no one "gets it" if I don't.
Look, there are things that are here, and there are things that aren't here
anymore. A lot of the things that influenced me aren't here anymore. I'm
not speaking in terms of the things from my childhood that simply passed
into history/obscurity. Metaphorical metaphysics. I mean there are just
parts of my personality that died. It happens to everyone, or almost
everyone. I guess we try to call it "growing up and growing old".
Its sad really. That joy, that inner happiness that so many of us lost along
the way. I can't really show you mine, even if you think you can show me
yours. Each of us lose that spark in a different way. Premature
responsibility, dysfunctional families. Whatever caused it for you is your
own private "death" and even if you explain it no one will get it, or worse
yet they probably won't care.
Ever try "baring your soul" and people think you're just a whiny bitch? Yeah
you learn real quick just to bottle it all up and be a real mutha-fukker to
people Who get in your way.
So what's the point of all this? I have no idea. I was thinking to myself
that if someone just understood, maybe I've have better relationships with
people. Then after pondering it a bit I realized that of course I'm not
alone. So many people in modern society lost their "inner child" while they
were in some regards still "kids"
Wait... I'm not even going to finish. I'm a bastard.