How is it that the best intentions find one's self steeped in shit? [...and why are artists such cannibal? Fuck 'em... I eat cannibals.]
No matter how great the sacrifice, I am willing to make it. The rub is, for those you do that for, are unaffected.
They have felt nothing--no loss--they are on the upside; the receiving end. We don't measure the shade of rose when things get rosy, only loss is felt in every possible increment.
I learned long ago how expensive it can be to give a shit about people. The caveat being the chance, or is it a likelihood that the understood or implied reciprocity is something a party may intend, but never get around to.
Without their back against the wall, the tendency is to go about the business of just enjoying life anew.
This is where I lick my wounds, and understand that I have done the right thing. Fair reciprocity is not an absolute given. Anyway, I've always known it's much easier to get fucked than it is to get laid. I have never payed to get laid, nor would I ever... yet I always pay so dearly to get fucked.
Yes, I'm a bit mangled. I need extra procedures and modalities to be ambulatory. I don't consider myself to be of of a needy nature. I can take care of myself; even kick some serious ass, should you push that button.
I am still, forever at a loss when having to ask for the simplest thing on occasion; inevitably it spawns responses disproportionate to the request. What an unreasonable thing it is to expect fair in return for sacrifice.
Anyway, it was great to see Suri and her vivacious, cherubic, energetic self doing so well. I had no idea all that she had been going through. Karma too, was also a sweetheart.Gadget was in a frenetic state of perpetual motion, but cute as a button.
I'm just too beat at this time to post pics, but I promise I will.
No matter how great the sacrifice, I am willing to make it. The rub is, for those you do that for, are unaffected.
They have felt nothing--no loss--they are on the upside; the receiving end. We don't measure the shade of rose when things get rosy, only loss is felt in every possible increment.
I learned long ago how expensive it can be to give a shit about people. The caveat being the chance, or is it a likelihood that the understood or implied reciprocity is something a party may intend, but never get around to.
Without their back against the wall, the tendency is to go about the business of just enjoying life anew.
This is where I lick my wounds, and understand that I have done the right thing. Fair reciprocity is not an absolute given. Anyway, I've always known it's much easier to get fucked than it is to get laid. I have never payed to get laid, nor would I ever... yet I always pay so dearly to get fucked.
Yes, I'm a bit mangled. I need extra procedures and modalities to be ambulatory. I don't consider myself to be of of a needy nature. I can take care of myself; even kick some serious ass, should you push that button.
I am still, forever at a loss when having to ask for the simplest thing on occasion; inevitably it spawns responses disproportionate to the request. What an unreasonable thing it is to expect fair in return for sacrifice.
Anyway, it was great to see Suri and her vivacious, cherubic, energetic self doing so well. I had no idea all that she had been going through. Karma too, was also a sweetheart.Gadget was in a frenetic state of perpetual motion, but cute as a button.
I'm just too beat at this time to post pics, but I promise I will.
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I hope things are looking a bit better by now.
Sorry I've kind of dropped off, I've been incredibly busy treading water here.
Things have been looking up, but mega hustle is still required to keep my head above water.