veryone's perception is a little off from time to time. Mine? It was ****** for a while.
But lately, things have cleared up, and I owe that all to my friends. Which is where I'd like to begin.
It's so overdone and cliche to say, but some friends are fake. Even if you've known them for years and even if you think you know them well. They are friends to othe people, and were you to see how they acted toward them, you just might be surprised. People are people...to other people. And damn, that sentence makes little sense and it makes a lot.
Concerning myself, I've always tried to be the same person all around- myself. Concerning others, they're different people to whom they choose and that bugs me. But when the fibers stretch and the quilt falls apart, you see them for who they are- regardless of who you want to see and regardless of how they want to be shown.
You see- it takes an act of disrespect or the slip of a tongue to reveal something. So sorry this turned into a stream of consciousness, but if I'm gonna get into things, I might as well get into all of it. But I digress...when these situations arise, it's gloves off.
I've lost a lot of friends lately. Some of them know it, and say we haven't. Some of them are completely oblivious to it, I know it, and I'm done.
By the by, I don't like mentioning names or specifics here- so I won't. After one of my best friends said I disrespected her and that we couldn't ever be best friends again, or, even at that time, friends, I tried so hard to make her want to be my friend again. 'Cause I love her like a friend. But she wanted to walk. And another friend of mine gave me some good, faith-based advice, and that was just to let the people who want to walk out of your life...
to just walk out. 'Cause they're going to do it and they weren't meant to be by your side forever.
Even though we both agreed to work on it, we haven't, and I think it's decided that we ignore what happened- at least to each other. And so, we're just 'friends.' Not quite acquaintances, but not quite the good friend, either. Once I accepted that, things changed.
Many people have walked out of my life, even though they're down the hallway. But I've had my eyes closed the entire time, and now that I look behind, I can literally see my past. If you're still reading this, you're pretty cool in my book.
We'll talk about the past later.
And when I say what I say now, only some of you are going to truly know. And that's ok. Everyone else- skim through it. I don't care. For a couple years, now, I've been somewhat confused about a lot of things. And it's only ever been mental. And that's why thinking has consumed me.
I'd get so pissed when I couldn't decide on something and when all I could ever say in response is, 'I'm still workin' on it,' I'd hate myself. And yes- there have been times that I lied and I'm sure as Hades not proud of it. But from now on- no lies. Ask me a question and I tell you the damned truth. It'll probably be blunt 'cause I have too much to say about it to begin with and you'll probalby just want the hard facts, but you'll still get them. If you're still reading at this point- ask away- I'm open to any questions.
So...the answer to all of the questions for those of you who've asked is simply that I'm not confused. I've spent some time thinking and I'm me.
Geez. I thought I'd have more to say by now. I think it's because I keep spacing out that I lose my choo-choo of thoughts.
Blah, blah, blah. I had to scroll back up by the way and this blog is pretty unorganized. Whatevs.
Here's the truth, I guess. I'm myself from now on. No more 'white lies,' no more doubting myself, no more confusing myself, no more self-pity, no more pretending I still have the friends that have walked, and no more feeling lonely. Right now, at the end of every day, I have myself.
But when I say that, I'm lying. I have a few friends (I've decided to no longer give an exact count) that I will know for the rest of my life. And that, even if at the end of the day, I'm dead, I'll still have them, 'cause I'll be in their hearts.
And here's the revalation, folks. All I want in life is those few close people. I'd love to have a lot of friends, and though I think I do, I just want to love and be loved by those whom I need, and as long as I have them, I'm content. The rest of the world? This is mostly my life goal, but I just want to hit them. No, not physically. I'm not that violent. But I want to impact their lives, teach them something. **** algebra and properly citing your sources- I want them to learn something about life. I want them to value it. I want them to value themselves and the ones they love.
I'm doing film in college. I should probably start studying film more than I am now, but I think I'm getting there quicker than I thought. I have a drive now; a motive. And damnit, that's gonna take me far. I'm not being conceited, I'm being honest.
So, hopefully, I can tell stories well enough and loud enough for people to realize. 'Cause you can only learn from your past if you look and analyze and all that other junk that's, in my opinion, pointless. If you have someone to show you, you can learn, and history is useless. So, by word of mouth, by reel of film, I hope I hit every one of you and your children someday.
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