Two things are validated recently:
One. I really wish people would pay some fucking attention when you expect them to.
Two. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Do not, do not, expect ANYONE to give a shit as much as you do/would/will. It's not that I believed this totally - it's that I thought certain persons were exempt from this categorization. Sadly, no one is. This includes close friends, family, ingestible parasites, etc.
Someone will read this post and do one of two things: break out in tears or get really angry. I strongly suggest you do neither - this is me purely venting and I choose to have this post remain isolated from any particular situations in my real life. Therefore I assume you will tell me you've read this, but I also fully expect you to realize I will not care (in terms of disappointment) outside of the next half hour or so.
Therefore I submit to you to read what I have written and consider it. Do not take it as insult. It is not meant to be so.
Instead it is a declaration of myself learning something new - insert knowledge.txt - and a hope that others will take small grains of salt and a few cents from it and apply it to their own lives as well.
In other words, it's me preaching to myself.
I need to try harder. Always.
Nothing is ever too small.
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"Strell, you appear to be a fairly remarkable young man,"I said, not knowing if you really are young or a man, and honestly without even being sure if you are remarkable or not.
Cautiously I added, "But the point of all this is, congratulations on dipping your spoon into the cosmic bowl of Knowledge brand cereal."
"Your ideas may still be a little unfocused, muddled in the jumble of bran flakes and bits of dried fruit, but they'll reach some point of clarity as you clear through more of the rubbish of life."
"Unfortunately, when you've eaten your fill and are expecting something deeper upon which to meditate, you're likely to find, as have so many others before you, that what remains at the bottom of the bowl is but a little clouded milk that's approaching room temperature."
Never having been very clever at expressing consolatory emotion, I smiled weakly and shuffled awkwardly before tossing forth an unconvincing "well, catch ya on the flibbity..."
By Anonymous, at April 4, 2006 at 7:18 PM
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