RedSeven
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- Jun 9, 2013
- Location
- Eastern US
(Please ignore this post if you don't have a reason to read. Just venting some darkness and sadness.)
So, I suppose it's time I started one of these for my slow downs and to just put out some thoughts when I feel like it. I find as I get older I feel like spouting out my wisdom that really isn't wisdom but hard earned recognition of the currents in life. Life lied to me, it told me I would be different when I'm older and I don't feel that much different inside or out really. So, since this is my first post and I'm feeling pretty miserable, which causes me to do stuff like this, I guess I should give a bit about me.
Once upon a time I was a tried and true romantic and emulated Cyrano feeling like some ugly man who love would set free. And then I fell in love. and then I had my heart broken. And then I repeated a few more times. And then I got my act together and got better mentally and physically. I always thought myself a better man but I learned I wasn't and probably did some things I wouldn't have done before I was good and full of myself, a fact that still bothers me. And then I loved and got hurt a few more times before I finally moved from becoming a romantic to a realist.
What's the difference? Not much other then the realist at least sees it coming.
I have a beef against life really at this point. I have always bought into the bullshit idea that my life and myself would be better and wiser when I got older. Guess what kids, it's bull. Sure, I'm not as fucked up as that fat kid in middle school or that muscle bound Jackass in Chicago, but I sill feel broken and like I will never be fixed. *sigh* You know, characters in games get XP and get better, characters have arcs and grow, movies have the 3 act structure. All damn lies. People wonder why there are people that lose themselves in games and movies and stories, why people become Trekkies or Star Wars fanatics or any of the other things. Most people find them pathetic but I kind of admire them, I wish I could hid away from reality in that small way they do.
I hate having to be strong sometimes. I need to be weak sometimes, I need to be held up. It sucks having to be the one that has to sacrifice and give of themselves but find themselves lacking when it comes their turn. I need to learn to say, 'what about me?' Perhaps on my next birthday, one year older, one year wiser my ass.
*Deep breath* So, that's me. Sarcastic, deep, dark, whiny, introspective, ugly bastard who really is better with age, just not as better as he had hoped.
And please forgive, felt the need to vent with this first post, I'm having a very bad week and it's just began. I'm having a very bad day and it's almost over but not sure it's going to get better.
So, you can consider this all just a bit of a... you know, if I'm slow in response it's because I'm having muse problems. Although I need my pain to write too much overwhelms the muse and makes it hard to focus sometimes. Plus, half the day I'm on my cell and I'm too old to figure out how to type on my virtual keyboard like all you youngin's.
-Red
So, I suppose it's time I started one of these for my slow downs and to just put out some thoughts when I feel like it. I find as I get older I feel like spouting out my wisdom that really isn't wisdom but hard earned recognition of the currents in life. Life lied to me, it told me I would be different when I'm older and I don't feel that much different inside or out really. So, since this is my first post and I'm feeling pretty miserable, which causes me to do stuff like this, I guess I should give a bit about me.
Once upon a time I was a tried and true romantic and emulated Cyrano feeling like some ugly man who love would set free. And then I fell in love. and then I had my heart broken. And then I repeated a few more times. And then I got my act together and got better mentally and physically. I always thought myself a better man but I learned I wasn't and probably did some things I wouldn't have done before I was good and full of myself, a fact that still bothers me. And then I loved and got hurt a few more times before I finally moved from becoming a romantic to a realist.
What's the difference? Not much other then the realist at least sees it coming.
I have a beef against life really at this point. I have always bought into the bullshit idea that my life and myself would be better and wiser when I got older. Guess what kids, it's bull. Sure, I'm not as fucked up as that fat kid in middle school or that muscle bound Jackass in Chicago, but I sill feel broken and like I will never be fixed. *sigh* You know, characters in games get XP and get better, characters have arcs and grow, movies have the 3 act structure. All damn lies. People wonder why there are people that lose themselves in games and movies and stories, why people become Trekkies or Star Wars fanatics or any of the other things. Most people find them pathetic but I kind of admire them, I wish I could hid away from reality in that small way they do.
I hate having to be strong sometimes. I need to be weak sometimes, I need to be held up. It sucks having to be the one that has to sacrifice and give of themselves but find themselves lacking when it comes their turn. I need to learn to say, 'what about me?' Perhaps on my next birthday, one year older, one year wiser my ass.
*Deep breath* So, that's me. Sarcastic, deep, dark, whiny, introspective, ugly bastard who really is better with age, just not as better as he had hoped.
And please forgive, felt the need to vent with this first post, I'm having a very bad week and it's just began. I'm having a very bad day and it's almost over but not sure it's going to get better.
So, you can consider this all just a bit of a... you know, if I'm slow in response it's because I'm having muse problems. Although I need my pain to write too much overwhelms the muse and makes it hard to focus sometimes. Plus, half the day I'm on my cell and I'm too old to figure out how to type on my virtual keyboard like all you youngin's.
-Red