Bound To Happen

Sometimes I wonder at my state of affairs. I wonder who is real and who is fake? Who is out to get me, and who is only trying to have a good time? These questions have answers, very important answers that I need, but who will give them to me? Certainly not the people in question, because they might lie to you.

I have a hatred of liars; I know this because I used to be one of them. Don’t get me wrong I do still lie, and to say I didn’t would be untruthful, the only reason I believe I am not amongst the group “liars” is because of the things they lie about. Here is how you can learn to classify yourself. [Trust me I’ve already classified you so you might as well know about it.]

If you are lying about, oh I don’t know lets say Santa Claus; then you are okay in my book. Especially when small children are involved because sometimes little lies are needed to keep their magic alive. If you are lying to save your life, and I do mean ‘save’ as in a dire life or death situation, please do I would rather you be alive than dead. If you are lying to protect someone else's secrets, there are ways to not tell their story and not lie; this is called having common sense. If you are lying for selfish reasons, get the fuck out of my life I don’t want you here.

It is my personal belief that everyone lies. It is impossible not to. You might lie about where you are going so your parents wont get angry. You might lie about where you live because you can’t trust your friend. [Which by the way means you aren’t friends. How can you be friends with people you don’t trust?] You and I and everyone on the fucking globe lies, the only difference is in the type of deceit. If your lies hurt someone, then you are a bad person. If your lies help yourself only, you are a bad person. If your lies help one person and hurt another person then you are not worth my time.

Most of the time when people annoy me, I can let it slide off my shoulder and ignore it. It is very rare than anyone has the ability to get me truly angry, at the moment I am fucking pissed. I was invited to a party, perhaps with good intentions, and as for those of you who actually have the tiniest glimpse of who I am know I hate 95% of all parties. Especially when there are people whom I fucking despise on the guest list. It also doesn’t help that I don’t know any of the other guests. So whom would I run to for help? Oh that’s right no one would be there for support because my goddamn friends would be to busy playing host for the parasites that I can’t stand. Now normally I would brush this off as them trying to be polite and decline and never speak to them again. I mean you would assume that if they were your friends that they wouldn’t even think of inviting you when these people were involved. Friends are normally good that way; they don’t force you into situations where you have to be pleasant and civil to those you despise. But this time I have to wonder; with this group of friends, who have a history of being great pals with these aforementioned parasites; what the fuck were they thinking?

So I did what all curious people do, I asked questions and I was told that they wanted me to be a part of their lives. I laugh at this, you want me to be a part of your lives? Not two weeks ago I told you to your faces that I didn’t want to be a part of any parties and your response was, and I quote: “Then don’t be angry when we don’t hang out with you very often.” True friendship there. I mean damn the warm fuzzy feelings that spring up because of this makes me want to kill you.

So there you have it folks. Right after this lovely conversation this party issue springs up. I take it that they have decided that I am not a friend, because really what kind of friend does that to you, and no longer wish to do friend type things. If that is or is not how you feel please feel free to respond angrily in comment form.

Please fuck off.
SM