Monster

You can hate me all you want.  It truly doesn’t bother me.  What bothers me is when you try to project your feelings onto others and try to sway their minds instead of allowing them to pass judgment for themselves.  Other peoples’ opinions of me is none of my business, and it shouldn’t be yours either.

Yeah.  We take part of the blame.  I wear my bright red A with no shame.  Did you ever stop to think why?  Hmm?  Why I’m willing to be a scapegoat just so you’ll shut your mouth?  No, two wrongs don’t make a right, but there was a reason for it.  You’re quick to point a finger of blame, but you keep the other side of the story hidden under lock and key.  You don’t want people to realize that you’re a complete fake and a fraud.  You keep trying to make yourself out to be all perfect, high, and mighty when you were just as at fault as we were, if not more.  I’m not a perfect person by any  means, but any “wrong doing” that I partake in generally has a just cause.  So until you start telling the other half of the story, you can take the high and mighty pedestal that you sit upon and shove it.

You make me out to seem like such a monster.  One day that’s going to blow up in your face.  I wish… I wish I was the monster you think I am.  One day all of these horrible paintings that you try to make of me are going to crash and burn around you.  People will realize that you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  Yes, I did something you didn’t like.  Boohoo.  You like to say that you forgive, but it’s a bold faced lie.  You hold grudges and you don’t let go of them.  You are creating your own hell.  You concern yourself with if people will like me more than you.  Well…. they probably will.  Not because of what I do or don’t do, but because of how YOU treat THEM.  I have nothing to do with the development of your relationships with others.

I tried to be cordial.  I wanted to sit down with you and lend a helping hand.  To sit down and give you some insight on experiences that I’ve had in my own life that I think would have benefited you.  To give you insight on my intentions.  But because you’re so self centered and think of no one else, not even your own children, you’ll never have that opportunity.  Unless of course you happen to stumble upon this site and read it all.  But even then, I don’t think it’ll do much good.

My patience is running thin and my apathy runs deep.

A Voice

I dislike when I’m unable to share my opinion when others are free to express theirs.  The inability of people to listen to one another and consider opposing views is frustrating beyond belief.  It’s discouraging to see how people treat one another and it makes me question my faith in humanity.  So I’m putting up a blog.  I want to make sure that I’ll always have a voice so long as there is someone who wants to hear it.

“Mostly, I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head, all the time. Can you understand?”   -The Green Mile