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Stream of word vomit
When it comes down to it, I have to laugh and think, “Yeah, you should have seen it coming.” And so I’ll kick myself tonight and then tomorrow I’ll be done with it. Because it’s not even worth being mad about; I just want to be able to let it go. Maybe neither one is lying to me. (Why would they, really?) But it feels like they both are. So, I’m taking a step back to where I had intended to be in the first place. Trust no one. Take care of myself. Blah, blah, blah. It would just be super-cool if I could go one day without being stabbed in the back or thrown under the bus or lied to or manipulated. I know that’s asking a lot, so it’s pretty safe to assume I’ll just be avoiding whatever human interaction I can manage. Maybe it sounds like panic, like overreaction. Maybe it is. I dunno… I don’t realy give a shit. I let other people lure me out onto this limb and then they shook it underneath me. I don’t need that. Whatever the benefits were, they’re not outweighed by the costs.
