pyratwilly

just for fun and giggles, another diatribe. But before we get to that, the news.

I had a good day - went and saw a doubleheader of "A Mighty Wind" and "Bowling for Columbine" both at cheap theaters. God I love this town. PW's capsule review - both great flicks, if you haven't seen 'em, do so. Now. I've got a bit of a headache now due to staring at screens all day, but I'll sleep soon, and all will be well.

Now on to the verbal carnage.

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rickroyal pointed out some of the weaknesses of the 2nd person narrative, and in rereading the last diatribe, I agreed with him, so this one's in 1st.

I fucking hate it when people lie to me about (for lack of a better term) trivial shit. I mean if it's something big and horrible, if I can't condone it, I can at least understand having to lie to conceal the awful truth. But little shit where I couldn't care less one way or the other, if I'm lied to about that and then I find out, it's just maddening. It's hard to describe why.

I guess it's just something to the effect of wanting to ask the liar, "Why did you even bother lying? You could have simply told the truth and I wouldn't have cared." I think I get the feeling the person thinks they're looking out for my feelings and trying to shelter me. Well, fuck that my little hombres. I'd rather not be sheltered, for the most part. There are more than a few things in this world I wish I didn't know about. But when someone shelters me, I always end up finding out the truth later, and it's a bigger shock when I find out that the person who sheltered me knew the truth, and thought it better that I not know.

For serious, why tell kids there's a Santa Claus? Or God for that matter, unless you sincerely believe in your heart of hearts that it's true? My religious education was part Unitarian-Universalist, part Jewish, part Secular. So the essence of what I learned was to question everything. I think I resented my parents for that for a long time - other kids got to grow up with a concrete solid base. God is. End of debate - sleep well knowing God loves you and you'll go to heaven as long as you act right. I spent many a sleepless night wondering. What if there is a God? What if there isn't? And I still don't know, but now I think I owe my parents a thank-you for sending me down the road less traveled and forcing me to question from the beginning instead of having a crisis of faith later. But I'm getting way off track.,,

Lying is not good. Lying is necessary sometimes I'll be the first to admit. I probably lie too much. And at times, it's enjoyable. But all the same, if one needn't lie, why bother? At some point it'll come back to bite the person in the ass, I guarantee. It may take a while, but it happens. I'm not talking karma here, I'm talking about that unless a person thoroughly convinces THEMSELF of the lie - then they trip themself up sooner or later. I've done it myself too many times and regretted it after the fact. Even sometimes when a person IS completely convinced that the lie they told was gospel truth, they still get caught later. I learned about that happening in cases where not-so-scrupulous therapists would hypnotize their clients and "suggest" that the client had abuse in their past and the client being in a deeply suggest-able state, would accept that suggestion as the truth and run off to accuse their parents of atrocities. Again, I'm off on a tangent.

Perhaps it's not even a lie. But a statement of intention that a person falls through on right away. I don't mean like making a New Year's resolution not to smoke, and then breaking it. I mean like saying something to the effect of, "I think I'm going to do project A" and then not 15 minutes later, deciding "Nah. I'd rather go do agenda item 2". Or worse yet, something like, "Alright. This weekend, I am definitely not drinking. I'm done with that shit. It's been like 7 weeks of this shit. Fuck that. I'm just going to chill this weekend and take it easy." And then the person makes it to Saturday night and calls a friend asking if they want to go have a beer on Sunday afternoon, knowing full well that one beer will turn into 3, then a case, then another week spent in an alcoholic haze. Makes me wonder if that is what it's like to be in a relationship with an addict.

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ok diatribe over. exhale. I feel better. and exhausted. I'm going to go sleep I think. I hope everybody's doing well out there in SG-land. take care of yourselves, --