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Every occasional now and then life will try to bring you down - or in other words, the people who have a problem with you. I don’t understand this. Me, for instance, I’m not a big talker - but when I feel the need to talk, I’ll talk wisedom you have never heard me say in your life and you’ll like it.

I’m not one of those who can talk daily for hours or who could talk with anyone about some meaningless crap like whos dating who and who hates whom for fucking I don’t know who. I don’t believe in meaningless conversations because I don’t see the point in them. Yeah … I know people are gifts and with talking to them you can open that gifts and see what every beautiful soul has to offer. But guess what, these so called gifts also have a thing called character and if characters of different colors colide that’s never a pretty sight. Either we have a boredom-bomb in the mix or a verbal match about to take place. What I’m trying to say here are two things; one - not everyone can get along with anyone; and two - there will always be gifts that don’t like you. And there will also be gifts that you won’t like. Am I making sense whatsoever? I get confused when I drink and write. It’s something about processing liquor and thinking that get’s in the way. Blah, I was never good at science… Maybe that’s because I never really understood these things - you know, obeying social rules of conversation and whatnot.

I guess I’m just another product of a fucked up childhood whos trying to avoid attention but keeps getting mistaken for an intruder. I try to be what everyone else wants me to be and I try to satisfy all of them but I guess the answer to this deadly pitfall is simple - you can’t please them all. You can’t just change or try to change who you are in order for someone to like you. You only get unhappy because what you realise in time is that you never truelly got to know yourself and you lost your be. And when that happens it’s too late. You already got sucked in the black hole of dispear and self-loathing and never ending questioning why you are not feeling the way you should be. Or some other sissy crap Oprah tells weekly.

It’s a long way back from this pit. I’m just starting the climb and it’s slippery as shit too. And like even that’s not enough there’s a bunch of fucking people walking down the hill and are trying to push you back to the bottom of the slope. But fuck me if I’m not a survivor and spank me if I don’t make it to the top. It’s all about the ups and downs anyway, right? And only a matter of time before the next of the two pokes your perfect little bubble.

Till next time - peace homeys.