Less Misanthropic Of Late
Perhaps this facet of my character has been withering on the vine. Perhaps not. Perhaps it just fits into a smaller box. I often air it in a humourous way. It wants to kick the shit out of me at the moment though for what I let myself be put through. The friends and employers that are quite happy to squat over my head and shit in my skull. We all do it. We are all so scared of losing what little security we have that we cling on to stuff that we should have let go a long time ago. I bite my tongue because I’m worried about the delicacy of a friend’s state of mind — but do they acre about me and all the shit that I have been through? No, they just go a head and let rip. Tear me a new one where I didn’t need it — if ain’t broke don’t fix it. But I’m being flippant. When a 10 year friendship goes to the wall you want to mourn it but part of me at the moment, a defence mechanism maybe, is not letting me get anywhere near that. It will work itself out. I hope.