Well, that was weird.

About Me

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

Blogs I follow:

1. Note To Self…

   Honesty.

   Not always the best policy…even when they tell you it doesn’t matter, they just want to know; they’re curious.  Even when they tell you that it’s okay, it’s not a big deal…it’s not and it is.

   You lose.

   Even when you try to explain the circumstances behind the answer they dragged from you; the answer you didn’t want to give because you *knew* in your deepest heart that they’d never understand why things happen…even when you didn’t ask the same question because it’s not your business nor was the answer they sought their business…it doesn’t matter.

   You will still lose.

   They will still assume they know what’s going on…even when they don’t.  Still assume that you don’t care.  Still assume that it was all a game to you.  They will look at you, see your heart cracking, and figure it’s all a joke.  Even though they did the same thing, for similar reasons…it will still be you to blame for it all. 

   You will always lose.

   Truth?  No one can stand in for another, no matter how much some may think.  Coincidental similarities aside, the fundamental differences between people make them each look entirely different to those who really wish to see below the surface.  Especially those who chose to share themselves with you like that.  And so you swallow fear, you trust, you bare your soul, you share parts of yourself with someone.  You share your truth.  You answer their questions, knowing that it will destroy everything.

   And you lose.