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The Story Of My Heart...
Saturday, April 12, 2014
life
This place has collected dust and cobwebs.
I guess i've been too busy, having too much fun and all was going well.
I realise that i drift back to this place when i've too much to think about.
I guess in this world of pleasantries, you just can't say it straight up and in the face.
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These days i find it hard to ignore this niggling feeling that i've been the one putting in most of the effort on this one-sided thing.
Oh wells.
I should just ignore, if it derails, it derails...
And no, i'm not talking about my love relationship. At least that's going well in that department.
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I don't understand why people say stuff they don't mean.
I hate the word 'pleasantries' and being fake.
and falling back only when there's just nothing to do or when there's an end to it or a self-benefit.
Saying 'i am just too busy' is an adult way of 'saying my dog ate my homework'
Really if we remove the veil of pleasantries, it just is 'oh i don't give a shit/damn/fuck' and 'i've got better stuff in my life to care about'
One lesson in life is to not care so much, the person who cares more always ends up being hurt.
This is because not everything in life a game of fencing where one person' bows and the other would reciprocate.
It's hard to practice the attitude of 'give and don't expect to receive'.
Wouldn't it just be nice to receive a small percentage of what has been invested?
Well. the world isn't a bubble of happiness.
I guess my bubble popped.
