Someone recently asked me, “How come you don’t write stories like you used to?” I stared off into space as I thought for a moment. I think the reason is… Stories.. come from a special place. A place where emotions exist. Where for a while now I’ve been floating through this void with no particular direction. So I think it’s just the lack of inspiration more or less. I’ve been trying to write. I had written a few things.. which apparently now won’t get published as my other computer decided to shuffle off the mortal coil. But anyway. That’s neither here nor there, really.
The thing that’s been plaguing my mind as of late… Ok. See it’s this. And It’s just something that’s always been so.. I dunno. weird. We’ll call this principle. The Power of One. If you have a wall. With seven hundred sixty-two thousand nine hundred forty-nine bricks in it. Seven hundred sixty-two thousand nine hundred forty-eight of which are red, the other being blue. You no longer have a perfect red brick wall. You have. A wall with a blue brick. Were it on the side of the road it would be called as such. And for local directions. My house is just a little past the wall with the blue brick.
Well, the same tends to hold true in all aspect. The anomaly is the fact that’s important. You know. From one end to the other. In Relationships the “I MADE ONE MISTAKE, I’M HUMAN!” defense, tends to be popular. But I mean. When You look at is. Say someone goes for .. 40 years. Never hurts a fly. Say they’re a monk following the teachings of Jainism. This person has never harmed so much as an ant. Then one day. They decide to get up and walk into the nearest Barnes & Noble and burn it to the ground a long with everyone inside. Well, after being deemed mentally fit to stand trial, I’m pretty sure the excuse, “I’m human, I’ve only made one mistake,” probably wouldn’t go to far with the grand jury. I mean, if you cheat once. You’re a cheater. If you only lie once. You’re a liar. If you murder one person. You’re a murderer. If you go to the gym only once. You’re probably lazy as hell.
But anyway.. It’s just.. taxing. To have to do everything right. All the damn time. I mean. It’s hard to just never ever mess up ever. And I mean… I don’t mean in things like cheating, or lying, or murdering. I’ve never cheated in a relationship. Don’t have any intent to. I’m brutally honest so that goes hand in hand with it. If I wanted someone else I’d just leave the first. Period. But. Likewise, I just admitted my greatest trouble. Honesty. In the Words of The Great Philosopher, Barney Stinson. “People like being lied to. They just don’t like finding out they’ve been lied to.” and.. “A lie is just a great story that somebody ruined with the truth.” It’s so true. People say they want the truth. But I’m extremely honest. And most people really don’t like it. They want to believe what you say is the truth. But more importantly, they want it to be what they want to hear.
And EVERYONE holds on to the bad. They have a magnet for it. That one bad apple. That Blue Brick. They notice it and they cling to it as if all things depended on it. You can tell someone the words “I love you” forty-two billion six hundred twenty-seven million nine hundred eighty-two thousand seven hundred and twenty three times and it’s white noise, but you sarcastically drop “I hate you,” one time entirely jokingly and it will be held against you til the horsemen come. The condition in us all to try to focus on the negative is just so… Stupid. Greeting cards and jewelry sellers and all those profiteering from the emotion often refer to the phrase as “Those three magic words.” Conversely Snow Patrol sang, ” Those three words, are said to much, they’re not enough.” I entirely believe that to be true. It’s not about the words. It’s about actions. However, magic does come in tri-vocable form. I hate you. The three most magical words ever spoken. Avada-Kedavra and the lightning bolt scar to the boy-who-lived, they become etched on the memory of anyone their directed at.
This is where I really come into the conversation. Separation. Learn it. Love it. Live it. People take some things so seriously. A girl I went to college with, really cute girl (jsyk), loved the movie, The Labyrinth. Well, let me gain some haters here. I do not love the movie. At all. Just don’t. Never have, never will. Get over it. Well I was teasing her one day. And I continuously worked into the conversation that it was a bad movie. And she just went off on me. I thought she was about to rip my heart out, straight Temple of Doom style. Most angry I’ve ever seen her. And it was just a joke at that. Still though. You can basically curse everything I love and talk shit about whatever, disagree with me all you want. I’ll keep in stride and let it roll right off. I mean. It’s not that I just don’t care. But I’ve just learned to separate myself. .. I tend to love romantic movies and such. I get made fun of or told they suck or what have you. Okay. Whatever. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE to argue. Love it. But I’m not just gonna go straight up Lou Ferrigno on you if you disagree with me. Yes I will give educated responses and empirical data backing my side of the argument if need be. But if you tell me I’m stupid because my favorite color is purple.. I’ll just be all like, Good, I love being stupid, it’s the best. Cause I mean. That’s that. If you told me my goals were dumb (if I even had any) I’d still just be like A’ight thas cool, so wanna do Kung-Fu in the garage? I mean. Don’t take life too serious. You’ll never make it out alive.
Recently, a friend.. ok ok.. this girl.. that I like… kinda maybe a little bit a lot. Did something in the name of her goals that I didn’t agree with. I’m aware that opening my mouth will get me in trouble Most of the time. But. As I said. Brutal. Honestly. Period. Unfaltering. I’m gonna tell you the truth. Not just what you want to hear. (Or atleast the truth as I see it to the best of my knowledge. Generally on things I know nothing about I say nothing.) So I told her, exactly what I thought of it. (Big mistake to ever tell a girl what you think of something. I know this. Just smile and say, good job, wonderful dear, so long as you’re happy. But. That ain’t me.) I may have also been a little bit harsh, because I told that I felt that her reasoning for doing what she did was far away from what she claimed it was. I told her that I felt it was for attention. And I know she’s probably gonna read this and hate me even more, but since she won’t talk to me anymore anyway, what of it. So Anyway. I also backed up my opinion that it was not really the best idea. By asking multiple friends of mine– Whom make a living doing what it is she is trying to do — what they thought about it. And they agreed with my assessment and gave reasons backing me up. I mean, Maybe I was wrong, Maybe they were wrong. I mean. I was just giving it the way I saw it and everything I knew on the subject. I try to do that and be “helpful.” And I’d gone through pretty much this same exact situation with another friend a few years ago. And my other friend originally responded the same way but eventually came around to Semi-admitting that I was more right than they were originally willing to admit. I mean.. maybe this time was different. But I really don’t think so. Well. The response I get is to “get off of her fucking case” because I don’t know what I’m talking about and I have no clue about this and that nor anything else. Defensive, defensive, defensive-clearly-I’ve-struck-a-nerve style responses. Alright well. Off of all that. I felt really bad, but I mean. I can’t help it that the facts all point to one thing. I mean.. here’s the thing. You DO-NOT put this kind of thing on instagram UNLESS you want attention. Loads and Loads of attention. Naturally she got stacks and stacks of likes. (Attention.) .. I still, for the Life of me, Can Not figure out why she came to me with it… knowing full-well how I felt about the particular subject. I mean. I dunno. I was ignored when I asked the question.
But the real thing here is. Get. The. Fuck. Over it. I mean. Seriously. I’m over it. Seriously. If you decided you wanted to be a prostitute I’d give you my arguments against it and say I don’t agree with it. but for Fuck’s sake I mean, I’d still be your friend. Once again, here I go with my “truth” on the situation. But generally when people get so upset over something that they just refuse to even talk to you anymore. It’s because somewhere they know you’re right and they just really don’t want to admit it. Still though. Grow Up. People can disagree. I mean. Prostitute. Hobo. Crayola Artist. Candy stand vendor. Professional Double Dutch…er? … Whatever you want to be. That’s your life. I can tell you I think it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and that it’ll never work. You know what would be a lot more impressive? If you’ve simply proved me wrong instead of pitching a temper tantrum and proving me right. And the I’s and You’s here are of course entirely subjective. They apply to everyone.
Don’t lose a friendship over the one blue brick. People are allowed to completely disagree. One of my best friends and I have pretty much Polar opposite views on A Lot of things.. That doesn’t mean a damn thing though. We love each other. All the rest is perfect. So what’s it matter?
And that’s the way I truly feel about love. Like the old saying about physics and the bumblebee. Love ignores All laws about everything. Love doesn’t let the anomaly be the deciding factor. Love is love. Love looks at the whole picture. I mean, our friendship still has the other seven hundred sixty-two thousand nine hundred forty-eight red bricks. If there is any love, let it look past this one blue brick. I disagreed. Yea. I’m an asshole. Happy to admit it. I know. But you see, if you’re reading this, the thing is…
I love you.
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