Falling in love under the city lights
Howdy
ho, bitches! Previously on The Badly Written Sitcom, I was on a
rant-fest about an unfaithful act done to one of my friends by
another one of my friends. I’m not in any confrontational mood right
now, as I’ve been in confrontations with crazy people the past couple
of weeks now.
There
are just some people who are unable to get over themselves to
actually see things as they truly are. It amazes me how some of us
are able to come up with so much bullshit. It astounds me how some of
us ending up totally believing our own bullshit.
Right
now, I’m besieged by a person trying to do a PR hatchet job because
of that’s person’s own fuck ups. Let me just say a few words to that
person. You may like playing the victim all the time, but my friends,
my true friends, know the truth, and they are not going to be won
over by tears and your warped perception of the truth. You made a
mess, and you’re unwilling to clean it up. So I’ll be doing the
cleaning up, you just stay the hell away from me, my home, my people
and my world until you manage to produce the humility needed to
recognize your mistakes. I’ll do what I need to do from my end.
Right.
Not in a confrontational mood. Great.
Moving
on, I had one of those “moments” while I was smoking the other
night. When you’re alone and looking at the dark sky at four in the
morning you tend to think about your life. Last year, I had the job
I’ve always wanted, in love and in a place I’ve always called home.
It was perfect.
Right
now, like I mentioned a lot of times, I’m in a period of transition.
I have a job I moderately like, in a place that has brought me so
many bad memories, in hate. But truth is, I’m as happy now as I was a
year ago.
I’ve
got more than a handful of things to be thankful for. My friends at
work, though suffering a nasty falling out as we speak, is still more
comforting company than one could ever hope for. The state I’m in
now, one of constant change, is great. With the recent beak up, I now
again on a clean slate, personally and professionally. I’ve always
liked rebuilding, and undergoing that intimate brush with complete
insanity has been good for me. I’m new and improved. Again.
I’m
good, because of what my experience with my students and friends
taught me. I’m a bit evil still, because of what my recent activities
taught me. I’m whole.
And
nothing can mess that up. Try as some crazy people might.
