These truths I hold to be self-evident....
Thursday, 21.06.2007. 1158hours.
Sick like a dog for days.
Slept in snatches.
Finally put all thoughts together.
And these truths I hold to be self-evident...
I take full responsibility for what I did,
and I shall bear that in solitude.
Tis now a question of honour.
Salvaging what is left is all I can do now.
Self-preservation requires looking after one's interest,
especially if the alternative is detrimental to one's well-being.
Sometimes there is greater courage in walking away from a futile situation,
then there is in staying in it.
Isn't it ironic how sometimes people let go of what they could have had,
for what they thought they had,
when they never had it in the first place?
And in the end they're left with absolutely nothing.
I suppose it's fitting.
They call it poetic justice.
There's a pattern in my relationships with destructive people.
How I can tolerate cowardice, self-absorption and spoilt behaviour.
How I dislike, but can understand selfishness.
But how sneakiness is something I cannot tolerate at all,
and is the ultimate crunch for me.
Complacency is the death knell of progress, society, everything.
I have waaayyy too much faith and hope in people in general,
much to the detriment of my sanity.
8 months is a long time to wait.
8 months is a long time to watch.
8 months is a long time to learn.
8 months is a long time to know.
Ultimately, 8 months is a long time.
It is foolishness to overestimate a person's faults,
and underestimate their virtues.
It is even more foolish to underestimate a person's capabilities,
while overestimating your own.
A foolish male will always assume that he is smarter than the smartest of women,
and attempt to outsmart her, much to his misfortune.
A woman, when she reaches a certain age,
will realise that if it was necessary for her to know anything painful,
she would find out soon enough.
And if it was a pain that could be spared her,
it was much wiser to do without.
That it was much wiser to be content not to share the pain of men,
for men do not share the pain of women,
nor do they even attempt to understand it.
Call me primitive, but in my experience,
any form of pain do not dull physical hunger,
but the consumption of food dulls pain.
Wasting affection on an emotionally-handicapped person,
is like burying yourself whole, as fertiliser,
and wringing yourself dry of tears, and sweat, and blood,
in the sands of the most barren of deserts.
It's a pointless exercise,
for nothing, absolutely nothing, will grow from it.
The purpose of dating isn't to find the "perfect" man;
it's to find the perfect combination made up of two human beings,
in relationship with one another.
Babyface put it so succinctly when he sang:
Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool
Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog
and..
Sometimes a girl, is gon' be a girl
She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world
Sick like a dog for days.
Slept in snatches.
Finally put all thoughts together.
And these truths I hold to be self-evident...
I take full responsibility for what I did,
and I shall bear that in solitude.
Tis now a question of honour.
Salvaging what is left is all I can do now.
Self-preservation requires looking after one's interest,
especially if the alternative is detrimental to one's well-being.
Sometimes there is greater courage in walking away from a futile situation,
then there is in staying in it.
Isn't it ironic how sometimes people let go of what they could have had,
for what they thought they had,
when they never had it in the first place?
And in the end they're left with absolutely nothing.
I suppose it's fitting.
They call it poetic justice.
There's a pattern in my relationships with destructive people.
How I can tolerate cowardice, self-absorption and spoilt behaviour.
How I dislike, but can understand selfishness.
But how sneakiness is something I cannot tolerate at all,
and is the ultimate crunch for me.
Complacency is the death knell of progress, society, everything.
I have waaayyy too much faith and hope in people in general,
much to the detriment of my sanity.
8 months is a long time to wait.
8 months is a long time to watch.
8 months is a long time to learn.
8 months is a long time to know.
Ultimately, 8 months is a long time.
It is foolishness to overestimate a person's faults,
and underestimate their virtues.
It is even more foolish to underestimate a person's capabilities,
while overestimating your own.
A foolish male will always assume that he is smarter than the smartest of women,
and attempt to outsmart her, much to his misfortune.
A woman, when she reaches a certain age,
will realise that if it was necessary for her to know anything painful,
she would find out soon enough.
And if it was a pain that could be spared her,
it was much wiser to do without.
That it was much wiser to be content not to share the pain of men,
for men do not share the pain of women,
nor do they even attempt to understand it.
Call me primitive, but in my experience,
any form of pain do not dull physical hunger,
but the consumption of food dulls pain.
Wasting affection on an emotionally-handicapped person,
is like burying yourself whole, as fertiliser,
and wringing yourself dry of tears, and sweat, and blood,
in the sands of the most barren of deserts.
It's a pointless exercise,
for nothing, absolutely nothing, will grow from it.
The purpose of dating isn't to find the "perfect" man;
it's to find the perfect combination made up of two human beings,
in relationship with one another.
Babyface put it so succinctly when he sang:
Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool
Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog
and..
Sometimes a girl, is gon' be a girl
She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world
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