Bugsy

As ever I wonder, why? Why would one deliberately hurt someone else, someone you profess to love and care about? It is not that hard to be happy, sure. It is more dramatic to be sad so I get that; however, it is even less hard to not fuck over others. There is drama there as well, but the kind that leaves you feeling in need of a shower. And in this case, cleanliness is not next to godliness. So when you do something that is forbidden, is it just because the thrill of maybe getting caught pumps up the volume of an otherwise muted relationship? And if that isn't all there is and a bag of chips, if the balance is so perfected and the scales are weighted so that the loss is worth the gain, then why lie about it? And a lie of omission is just as shitty as an out-and-out falsehood. Possibly worse.

This goes back to why I don't mess around with people I know in the end I won't care about. And maybe I am alone in this. But I like this part of me, who has weathered many storms and yet still hasn't forgotten how it feels to be the only person left on the strip during the hurricane. Don't help me batten down my hatches only to tear through yourself and leave water and mold and total destruction in your wake. And don't come back through town when the sun is shining and even the ruins look fab.

Words are not said to speak as loud as actions. Guess that is a cliche that rings true. I am certain I am not the only one who gets it. But this time, it odesn't matter, because no one else is here.

Why don't you run outside and jerk yourself a soda.