I'm an idiot and a disappointment to all. I failed the proverbial test and am now paying for it. Dearly. With my sanity.
What do I want to be when I grow up? I would very much like to be someone with a spine.
But. Instead of kicking the shit out of myself for the next goddamn week (which I am wont - and so love - to do) I am going to say this: I am weaker than most. Today I am going to try vainly to "let go" and to forgive myself for my transgressions... against myself.
If I ever needed a friend, it was today.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
My Blog List
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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2 comments:
You may well be an idiot, I'll give you that. Idiots make the world a tolerable place. I wouldn't want to be in a world without them, for I am the Grand Poobah of the tribe. As for friends, you have one a couple thousand miles away (don't know how that works out in kilometers - if I did, I wouldn't be an idiot).
Not too clear on the "weaker than most" comment. You seem strong enough to me. You do things that I never have and your writing is eclectic, engrossing, and voluminous (love that word but rarely get to use it).
I get the "who the hell am I and what good am I's" often. Being older, I've learned something to help me cope. I just keep waking up. Works if you're patient enough.
God
Thanks, god. In a bit of a funk today it would seem.
Insofar as the 'weaker than most' comment goes, let's just say I have a penchant for self-flagellation and if I were to be a yoga pose, it would be "doormat". And hold... feel the burn...
Seriously: thanks for the advice. Sometimes I get bogged down in the minutiae.
I'm also glad to know you're hindered by the kilometers to miles ratio as well!
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