Spiritual Musings on a Chemical World
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Continue Pulling Yourself Up By Bootstraps
Something is wrong today. I've been over and over again, or so it seems, been falsely accused... I have no impure intentions, and I know that. Sometimes, people like Jason are like, "I'm not going to tell you why, you're just the new Hitler, and you used to respect my opinion, so I'm using that against you." And then... There's this other issue I don't want to mention here. Then, I'm apparently being rude and defiant the exact moment I woke up in the morning... Jason and Emily have made themselves clear, we don't care about suicides that aren't in the family. And you find yourself getting strange texts and hang up calls, or one hang up call, after saying my phone number out loud in public. What happens? Well, you find yourself telling your own dad at one point, "Do I think you would care if I killed myself? Ha ha! Ha ha ha! NO! NO! Ha ha ha!" My own dad, yes, and this is not a suicide threat, but geez... How much stress can I take? Sometimes I think/know, there are people I know who would be happy if I killed myself... That sometimes gets confused as some would be happy, most, indifferent... And then, for good measure, it gets thrown in, "Some would not be apathetic." (stuff mouth with sock to muffle screaming) So it gets turned into, some would scratch heads and say, "huh." And some would be happy, and the rest would laugh at the irony. But all in all, you shouldn't laugh at THIS situation either (I'm aware no one's laughing), because as the unborn baby said, these people are someone's Mommy and Daddy. And I KNOW this is a deluded thought process, but damn.... Was it Providence Hospital that is giving me "people" issues? Clearly, it was Jason, but.... To be honest, I feel happy regardless, and I don't really believe this, but damn... Are they real people or fake people? People who don't exist, the whole lot of them... Keep trekking onward... Deedly dee, doodly doo...
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