Day 20: So you're offended?

The thing about being offended is that you own that.  I don't own that.  If I posted something that hit you right in the feels, use it as an opportunity to ask yourself why it bothered you so much.  Grow.  Learn.  You owe it to yourself.  And frankly, my dear, I don't give any fucks.

Regret...

It is one of my least favorite words.  I hate having regrets.  I always promise myself that I will do my best not to have any, but in this human experience, sometimes it just can't be helped.  We are emotional and sometimes irrational animals, fumbling through this world one precarious step at a time.  Sometimes we fall off the edge.  Sometimes we throw ourselves off.

I think what I am most afraid of is not having enough moments.  Or that because of moments past, that if this chain of moments were to suddenly come to an end, that others wouldn't understand the gravity of the moments past and they would say things that they needed to say so that they could rationalize things to themselves, but those things wouldn't be true.  And like so many other things, a certain story would be told about those moments that were a fiction.  And the truth about the moments would be lost forever.

The truth is that I loved with a stumbling, raging passion that was nonsense and madness.  The way love is sometimes.  And even though the chain of moments were imperfect, nothing was perfect, and they just were what they were.  I wouldn't have traded any one of them for any other experience.

Unraveling.

But I don't...

It takes every ounce of energy I have to hold up the mask and I'm getting very very tired.

I can't stand to be alone.  I can't stand to be around people.  I can't stand.

The person you decided I am...

What if I'm not the person that you decided I am?  The shrew.  The anxious one.  What if you just stopped seeing the softer parts of me because they became harder for me to show?  What if I stopped showing the softer parts because I felt like someone had to be strong to hold us both up.  And what if it was more than I could handle and I did become angry.  And resentful.  And I couldn't find my way back.  And there was no one there to lead me.  And there was no one there at all.

The thing about addiction...

People don't know how to respond to it.  They don't know what to do.  They tip toe around the addict like they have an undiscovered cancer that everyone can see, except the sick person themselves.  They pretend that watching them kill themselves isn't so bad and they don't do anything to help because they are afraid.  They are more afraid of alienating someone, than they are of attending their funeral.  And all of this makes the others, the honest, the most evil people that were for telling the truth.  Because if only one person is telling the truth, then they must be telling a lie.

Herpes

"I gave up amazing opportunities for you. And you, what did you give me? The emotional equivalent of herpes."