Just A Little Side Rant...

Just a little side rant...

When you say something of no interest to me and I say "I don't care" you need to truly understand something - I don't hate you, I'm not mad at you, I'm not even annoyed and I'm really not too much of a bitch. Straight up? Sure. Unnecessarily rude and disrespectful i.e bitch? Never. I just lack interest in your statement. Really? Did I need to know that stupid piece of information? I don't care who you're hating on at this very moment. I don't care if she talks shit about you. Yeah, it sucks but seriously? I'm not one of those girls that need my morning cup of drama to get the day started. I just believe that stupid people are involved in the lives of others to the point where they become a topic in conversation. (subhumans discuss celebrities but I'll save that for another day)

So take no offense. Trust me, you would know when I started to dislike you.

You never know what you have until you lose it.

I always knew what I had, I just never thought I'd lose it.

-N

mineralaccident:

I don’t want to keep secrets, in fact I’d like to give them all away, but the problem is that such an ability is not in my repertoire. I hold on to everything. Every memory, feeling and moment of my life. But secrets are one thing I don’t want to hold on to. In other news, I was in a bad mood...

My interpretation of this may not be the way Larry himself wrote it out but there's a certain way this applies to me. These words are so strangely intertwined in my idea of living comfortably.

I so desperately want to cut myself open and have you read me but I would hate that there is a strong possibility you will dislike what you see.

I want to tell you my dreams and yet the very idea of you shooting them down inhibits me from doing so.

I want you to know but goddamn it you can't. You can't because it places me in a ridiculously vulnerable position. Not only am I open and bleeding while you criticize every drop but I am indebted to those who unknowingly carry a deadly weapon with them. Anxiety and paranoia rises in me as I realize that my secrets are no longer safeguarded by lock and key in my impenetrable vault. Now they are left to the security of a system I know nothing of. Who's to say how they use this secret? I am forever at their whim and I cannot have that. Injurious are not the secrets themselves but their placement in the hands of one who can do terrible damage when they are thrown back at me with spiteful malice. I'd rather keep them to myself.

Your life's story

To the characters in the book they don't realize their conflict is simply a chapter not the whole story. Just persevere until the final page turns and you start a new chapter.

However, if you refuse to continue you're destroying the story and making your life as meaningless as a wordless book.

Confrontation is not frivolous and is in fact necessary when it stops one from getting to their goal. However, do not pause your progress much less go off on a tangent just to deal with someone. Why should you? What good does that do other than make those who are negative believe what they say is of value? It's not. People hate because that's the only way to keep a part of you on their level. They know you're so far ahead of them so they speak your name thinking that if they do they keep you in that sad, sorry part of life where they stay.

Confronting injustice is necessary. Confronting shit-talkers, rumour mongers and bitches is of no consequence and completely unimportant just like their efforts to bring you down.

Her feet are firmly planted on the ground yet her soul soars above possibility.