I've come to a conclusion tonight. I could be this way for the rest of my life. That is until I stop caring. Let me define "caring". It's not even that I care about myself so as that it's that I care too much about others. I'm trying so hard to let people understand the big picture but it's IMPOSSIBLE! Not happening. There is no possible way for anyone to understand what I mean until they break from their little sheltered world inside their head that no matter how much they hurt someone or destroy themselves that they will just keep getting things given to them.
Here's the story.Tonight we got together at a friend's house way out in the boon docks. Of course being the avenger of sobriety I am nowadays, I wasn't anything but sober. So it starts out all fine and dandy like always. Everyone drinks their poison and start acting fools. Like I could have predicted like 1000 bad dreams, my friend starts yelling at his girl; getting to the point of being physical. One of my friends confronts him, and a couple of us follow to make sure nothing happens. He thinks we're gonna jump him and he gets all defensive. "Oh, it's not my fault, blah blah I'm a dickhead.."
Like oxygen is to fire as drunk is to drama.
Please. This shit is so old. Does everyone need to have their drinky drinks taken away or can we act civilized? I don't understand how these idiots can do this day in and day out.
Here's the moral.These people live their lives in a worse manner than most of society, without a real problem of guilt, or shame. They are just fine because they don't let things bother them.My problems is that I sit here and bitch about my absent minded, selfish, loathing friends - who I am at the end of my rope with (but still love, don't get me wrong) and I feel guilty. They destroy themselves and I feel guilty. WHY? Who knows. Maybe I care to much. I need to learn to be ignorant to things and live life by the second. They will NEVER listen to me. I must accept that.
Oh yeah, isn't dissociation so much fun?
Here's the story.Tonight we got together at a friend's house way out in the boon docks. Of course being the avenger of sobriety I am nowadays, I wasn't anything but sober. So it starts out all fine and dandy like always. Everyone drinks their poison and start acting fools. Like I could have predicted like 1000 bad dreams, my friend starts yelling at his girl; getting to the point of being physical. One of my friends confronts him, and a couple of us follow to make sure nothing happens. He thinks we're gonna jump him and he gets all defensive. "Oh, it's not my fault, blah blah I'm a dickhead.."
Like oxygen is to fire as drunk is to drama.
Please. This shit is so old. Does everyone need to have their drinky drinks taken away or can we act civilized? I don't understand how these idiots can do this day in and day out.
Here's the moral.These people live their lives in a worse manner than most of society, without a real problem of guilt, or shame. They are just fine because they don't let things bother them.My problems is that I sit here and bitch about my absent minded, selfish, loathing friends - who I am at the end of my rope with (but still love, don't get me wrong) and I feel guilty. They destroy themselves and I feel guilty. WHY? Who knows. Maybe I care to much. I need to learn to be ignorant to things and live life by the second. They will NEVER listen to me. I must accept that.
Oh yeah, isn't dissociation so much fun?