And of course to punctuate all the good things in my life I got another nasty-gram under a below post. I guess I'm not as free to speak as I like and the honor system no anonymous comments has to go. If you don't have the nuts to tell me who you are and why you have such a problem with me then shut the fuck up. I didn't move my blog and ask not to be linked because I thought it would be a great thing for me. I did it so I could speak freely without offending anyone who seems to find my existence unpleasant. I'm sorry if you went through the trouble of finding me to tell me I'm not as important as I think I am.
But I am. I'm the biggest thing in my life. I'm the only thing I can control and the only thing I can improve. I'm the only fucking clay I can do anything with.
Please, if you're not gonna be a friend then at least don't stop by to be a prick. I'm doing Ok without you and I don't need you popping up to make me feel bad. I have enough things I can feel like shit about. If it satisfies you, you hurt my feelings again. I've done my part to stay the fuck out of your way, now sign the social contract and get the fuck out of my shit.
This isn't an important thing. It's a goddamn blog. I don't have any insight or meaning to offer. But this is mine. I like it and it gets some of the inside out. It is all about me. If you don't particularly like the subject, don't read. And if I take a little trouble to avoid you, respect that. Return the favor.
I have and will extend my hand in gestures of friendship toward those I care about. There are definately some relationships I'd like to restore, and some I'm happy to see fallow.
If you need to read this then read, I'm not moving again, but shut the fuck up. Your opinion doesn't matter here. Go live a fine, rich life. Let your talents and ideas shine. Share your story with people. Meet all kinds of interesting people and be a better human being through those associations. Write a book or a song,or paint a picture. Whatever blows your hair back. If I read it or see it or hear it, I'll either like it or I'll hate it, but I'll tell the people I care about how I feel about it rather than you.
You aren't a part of my life anymore. I'm cool with that, and you can hurt me but that's all. You'll never touch me this way. I can take whatever comes. I'm fucking made for pain.
Just keep in mind that this faceless shit I can't respect and I can't repair, so good luck and either leave me alone or face me. I'm not an angry guy and a cup of coffee would be nice.