Who Won The War?
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Why can't it be like it was?

Thursday, April 21, 2005
You know, I don't think my ego has ever aged past 12. Whenever it takes a slap, I instantly want to hurt people. Not just hurt their feelings; I mean, kick them, punch them, throw rocks at them.

I used to get punished for talking with my fists. Now I think the problem is I can hardly ever stand up for myself.

I am sick of it.

So living truthfully makes me a better actor, eh? Living truthfully also has the potential of pissing a lot of people off.

But it's true, I'll grant you that. People get truly pissed off.

I push people away. It's my first strike mentality--get rid of them before they have a chance to reject me. There must be millions of people like me--the funny thing is how many people do manage to end up together. I don't have the knack, or if I do have it, it's buried pretty deeply.

People. The people knack.


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