Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Angry

I'm not going into details, so don't ask. And I'm not going to explain, so forgive me my abruptness.

When I get mad, I am the type of person who aspires to rage quite quickly. I however, have learned that rage begets pain and yet more rage, so I opt to accept the fact that I can be mad. It is a fruitless thing, this being mad, and that being said, should be enough. Thusly Imove on, cognizant of my past and future, yet aware that the present is more valuable and fleeting.

So when a childish remark, not made by the children in the previous post, but by a supposed grown up, enters my present, why does it seemingly pierce my once peaceful and serene self and revert me to that raging creature I despise?

I say to myself this: certain people, usually people without much sense, possess enough charm to get them liked by others, but lack the substance that it takes to maintain a relationship, whether that be strictly platonic or romantic. These folks are usually like sand that gets into a sandwich that you're eating at the beach. Seemingly innocuous, and you're digging the sandwich, however, once you bite into it you get this grainy nasty chewing of grit sound that irritates you to high heaven. And irritated I am.

I've learned enough of life to say that substance-free individuals are nothing more than a waste of time, and mere filler. Therefore they're a non-issue, and sadly enough that means it's time to close that chapter and move on. Not that there was a chapter to begin with.

And if you're reading this: I really do have one and I suggest you get one for yourself, god knows there's enough space in your head for one.

VD

posted by Voodoo Child @ 1:01:00 AM