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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

It Takes A Thief To Know One.

The hardest part of a relationship isn't you and the other person involved. It's the other people. Traditionally a relationship consists of two people, these two people who have decided for whatever reasons to come in a committed monogamous "situation". But for some reason other people don't appreciate you and your partners happiness. I'm a cynic. I hate watching happy couples post about each other on Facebook or seeing couple shots lining that entry hall of their shitty apartment. I get it, overly happy people are obnoxious and must die.
         However what about the normal people. You know "us".  The people who hate their jobs, and usually their families. The ones who just want to come home and watch a Netflix documentary while working on what gives their lives the little bit of sparkle like writing, painting, fucking or reading. Then just being able to be next to someone who makes the world and the people in a little bit more tolerable until the next day when it all begins again.
        These are the people that suffer. We are the people that suffer. No one ever fucks with stupid happy couples. It's either out of shear in intimidation or laziness (you know that it would take maximum effort infiltrate those forces). What is it though? I can not help but wonder. Why steal someone else's silver lining?
It's the guy who is trying his best to be a good man, hard worker and a supportive partner that gets beat out by the new douche bag trainer at the gym. Or it's the girl who is trying to find time for everything, look decent and maintain a fun personality that gets over passed by the girl who can't figure anything out, but has the manipulation factor that sends other signals. 
       There must be a chemical that is released through our skin when we are happy. It must radiate to such a level that people want to harvest this feeling from the very body from which it is seeping from. And like all good things that are "off the market", people will go to great lengths to obtain thee unobtainable.  We will plunder and steal. Ambush when people least expect it. And leave nothing but ashes when we are done. It's a sad truth that many people have faced before and will face again. But a word to my fellow normal couple's who don't insist on trying to prove how lucky you are to have each other via the internet or through sickening displays of P.D.A.. You are lucky to have found one another, don't take it for granted. Don't lose yourselves in each other, be individuals that better one another and support each other, that is worth a million stupid kissing on the pier pictures. And if someone wants to come in on your situation, let them. If your doing your job right, you shouldn't be worried. Let them come in and test the waters, maybe stir somethings up. And in the midst someone from this happy party walks away, don't fight. Not for that. It's one thing to lose someone and it's another for them to be taken from you. Unfortunately for the majority of us we know when something is being stolen from us, because we ourselves have taken from other people. It takes one to know one.
        There is a small chance though that you won't have anything or any one taken from you either from now on or ever again. Hold on to this idea normal people, it helps. It's never to late to be a better person. 


           





Tuesday, August 9, 2011

530 April St. Sparks, NV 12345

        "You'll never do better." She thought as she stood at the sink washing the dishes with a calm circular motion rinsing the grease off of the pans from this mornings breakfast. The breakfast she had made for him, was his favorite. Eggs with bacon.
         It was Saturday morning, but this meant no difference to her husband, he was up with the sun, getting dressed and making use of himself.  He ate her breakfast, kissed her on the cheek patted her butt with a affectionate hand. He was a man of average build and was handsome. Charming to a fault.
       She was a pretty women, people would agree. She had a certain edge about her, witty and observant. However she was kind to most, regardless of the end rells of what she wanted to say that played endlessly inside her head.
        They complemented each other nicely, they were happy. For the most part. From 10:00 p.m when they went to bed, till 9:30 a.m. when he was finished with the breakfast she had made him, he was her husband. Hers alone. Their conversations where vibrant and compelling. The sex was still good. And he still made her smile when he kissed her and left for the day. But when he walked out the door, he wasn't hers anymore. She knew it, he knew. Was that why everything had stayed to pleasant for all this time?
    Most women would have been outraged with what she knew. Most women would leave. But she couldn't find a real reason to. He provided for her, loved her, and came home to her every night.
     For it wasn't out of fear of being alone or with out. She was a smart women, she would make it. But she couldn't bare the thought of leaving him with nothing. He would never find another women like her again.







Sunday, August 7, 2011

Fight Like A Girl.

Sometimes you just want to get through to someone. You need to know that they have full comprehension of your feelings as an individual. I know I am a lady, but the only thing that comes to my mind when I feel that someone needs to truly understand where I am coming from is to hit them right in the face. I feel extremely confident that a very direct message is sent when you strike someone right in the mouth. In all honestly I fancy myself a very level headed person. However once I feel the line has been crossed to the point where strong social cues are not being acknowledged and words from ones mouth might as well be spoken to a brick wall, action is necessary. This is not everyone's cup of tea however, in fact I actually know people would rather be harmed in a physical manner then harm another person. Its funny, however I believe it is a breed of person. I'm aggressive. I like hard things. I make things hard. Sometimes it is embedded in you from the time you were born, other times you are are the black sheep. You will stand alone in you headstrong perspective of the world and what you deem is wrong or right. I like to believe I  have a strong sense of justice. That's the thing that has me itching tonight though. In my world, things are for the most part black and white. For instance, you don't kill people, you are nice to dogs and you don't sleep with someone's husband. Other people do not have this look on the world. It's kind of like ....I didn't me to kill that guy.... the dog doesn't need to come inside when it's freezing...well she doesn't love him like I do. All of these type of people need to be hit repeatedly. Physical pain. All of them. Lots of it. You can't talk someone out of how they view the world. You can't. On the bright side though, you can remind someone how you feel about their perspective with a swift kick in the ass. It's amazing how some will respond to you when physicality comes into the mix. I hate it when things get that point. I really do however, this is how I am wired. It's what I know. If someone won't listen. Make'em.