Get Real

I miss you way too much
this just is not enough

HA. It's so easy to make up stupid punk songs. You wouldn't believe the collection I have. Shit. I was truly going to go somewhere with this whole digression...

I assume I was going to harp on people who think it's valuable to whine and profess false emotions, honestly, right now I could not care less if you believe in fairy tales or self-invented fantasies. Good for you! You're living in the world I was never accepted into.

Honestly, I've had a lot to drink tonight, therefore, who knows what I really think?

Let us pay homage to some old wisdom:

She was positive that she had seen him on the street today, absolutely positive ...actually, that statement couldn’t be further from the truth. Since the Second Ending, she’d “seen” him twice. “Seen,” by definition, meant that she’d noticed a young man about HIS height & build, with HIS hair color & style. Yup, those were pretty much the only observations she could honestly confirm. Due to her momentary lapses of sanity, upon encounter, she would hastily decide it was best to pretend that she did not see him at all (if, in fact, he truly was in her presence). Then, as the day/night would wear on (much like the enduring lapse of sanity) she would torment herself with whether or not it was indeed HIM she saw and why in this Mutha F-ing world she cared in the first place. After a barrage of “what if I’d said…” scenarios, and “what the F is my F-ing problem?” conversations she was left unsatisfied with the whole damned thing. Faced with a fate that seemed unavoidable save for death or murder (or the less dramatic: relocation or seclusion) she concluded that she was going to have to live with the fact either that this was brutal punishment for her mistakes in a past life, or perhaps, she was destined to find hope for the day when she would not “see” or think of him ever again.

(Currently, her plan involves killing mass amounts of brain cells with alcohol to speed up the latter and she fantasizes about the future when she’ll be able to afford a good hypnotist).

Oh, I just love that story. It may be non-fiction or it may not be. Nonetheless, it's real and it's great to me, which is all that matters.