Comments | leda_et_al: Even though I'm mortal I've observed the truth . . .

leda_et_al

Even though I'm mortal I've observed the truth . . .

Apr 24, 2008 11:48

There are three sides to every story: the one from your view, the one from my view, and the truth. Truth is subjective, ethereal, and never concieved by us mortals. We can only see our flawed view of events. The more we cycle through the event in our heads the worse the view becomes. It's like leaving a picture in the sun. At first it's just a ( Read more... )

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sonicyakk April 24 2008, 16:52:28 UTC

i miss you

leda_et_al April 24 2008, 17:13:49 UTC

I must say of all the anger I expected your post shocked me to happy tears.

Thank you Shana-belle. I often think of you and try to keep track of your life. Maybe our paths will cross again soon? It is hoped for. ^_^

morgan069 April 24 2008, 17:03:48 UTC

Can we do this whole venting thing with a little less self hate? Or maybe even a little less self-degradation? I'll take one or the other, really.

Proud of you, and the set of brass ones you've grown. >^.^<

May I ask how the Silas thing is your fault at all?

leda_et_al April 24 2008, 17:17:34 UTC

No. ;p

Thank you ^_^

Well, I took advantage of the situation. I could have tried to pay rent. I could have stopped being so naive and realized that he didn't just want to live in a house with us, he wanted to live in a house with me as his girlfriend, something I blithely dodged around. I ignored it because it would have ruined things, and in the end it did. He should have had to balls to tell us it wasn't working and to get the hell out, but he didn't. He shouldn't have done what he did, but he did. So we're both at fault.

morgan069 April 24 2008, 17:22:32 UTC

We are understanding that he is still a scummy human being, yes? Elsewise I shall have to do something terrible to convince you. XP

hrmmm rikosis April 24 2008, 18:38:51 UTC

I guess Ill start small ( ... )

kytti_mouser April 24 2008, 21:00:40 UTC

My venting is mostly targeted at myself, of whom I can safely blame for upsetting other people. I can't rightly blame other people and say "Damn them for being mad at me! Curse them and the corn in their soap!"

The point being I don't want people to be upset at me over things that just need to be discussed. Talking it out would work. But no one tells me "Hey, we need to have words." So that's essentially what I'm upset about. I wouldn't call it mad, I'd call it hurt.

Cept for my utter, abject hatred of my cat. I had to pull a rubber band out of his mouth this morning. He eats string. ALL THE TIME. Then he starts to poop it out. It doesn't make it. He snail trails our carpets trying to alleviate this issue.

asanque April 24 2008, 21:03:05 UTC

I still am in the process of juxtaposing the you of present with the you of 1999, but I see there is still that same form of self-deprecation present, which I feel now the same way as I did then; that you are too amazing a person to have to endure those feelings, when so many other people are deserving of loathing (until if or when they redeem themselves at some point ( ... )