OUCH!!!!!

SHE SAID:
For once, can’t you say something that makes it easier to live in this world? Do you have to be like every other bleeding heart broken idealist on this side of the universe? You’re not even an original cynic. You’re a doppelganger of all the cynics that came before you. Singing the same songs. Feeding the same lines. It’s trite. You’re not even a good punchline. You say nothing that everyone doesn’t already know. You can’t stop yourself from speaking a cliché every three statements. People aren’t blind, if they don’t want to talk about another reason why the world is doomed, you know. You’re just uptight. So uptight that your spirit has a perpetual wedgie. That’s why you can’t find inner peace. Those butt cheeks are clenched so tightly; you can’t fit a penny for a thought, much less two cents.

They say insanity is repeating the same behavior over and over again and expecting different results. You survive by surrounding yourself with people who are just like you. Who do the same thing as you do, day in day out. If you can't find anyone, you exclude yourself. You wonder why nothing changes. How can things change when you don’t? Tired, subjugated, crushed and whipped. Hopeless. Helpless. Bogged down by the inability to fulfill your desires in spite of the world. And, you expect to inspire by that? To grow from flocking with the vultures? Feeding on the stench of death. Blaming circumstance for everything that’s wrong with the world. Refusing to recognize and give credit where it is due. Always punishment. Always blame. Always criticism. Aren't you tired of complaining?

And, you wonder why the world is so dark from where you stand. You can’t see the light from the day, when you’re hiding in the shadows of other people’s shame. The last thing the world needs is another washed up questioner with no answers. But they breed them like bunnies in this country. Must be all the hot air.

There’s more to life than what you’ve seen, if you care to get off the high horse and walk on your own two feet for once. Pity the beast of burden, for it to have to carry your lazy ass around. Any fool can point out what's wrong with a picture. Is that your goal in life? To become the village idiot?

I'm not saying be a Sesame Street Sunny Days happy-happy-joy-joy tweety bird optimist. That's bloody annoying!!

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I'm not making excuses. I'm making a decision. If I'm going to have pride, it's going to be pride in my ability to overcome, not my ability to runaway.

I'll stay..and face my labels