Blogs Get People in Trouble, Part 1
I say part 1 because this will most probably not be the last time I get in trouble for what I say or do. I’ll address this directly to the people who misinterpreted my post from August 22nd, where I talk about how opposites attract and yadda-yadda-yadda. Before my annoyance escalates I’ll just clarify something really, very quickly: If there’s something I hate more than jackasses, it’s people who build a house out of a speck of sand. That post got someone I care about rather mad at me and me, in my beautiful bliss, was ignorant of it simply because I had no clue I had hit the weak point for massive damage!!!!111!!1!1! LOLz. This is the same principle of what used to happen sometimes when I took naps in the afternoon… it was one of those unposken rules of my life that reigned over my formative years and has since been eradicated but the fucking point stands: I do something as mundane as writing a message or scratching my testicle or whatever and fall asleep, unknowingly causing a series of events that when I wake the fuck back up, the world is on fire. Because I scratched my balls, the world is on fire. This is ridiculous.
The downside to blogging about one’s own life is that everyone has a point of view. Everyone has their own interpretation of what they read and that’s sort of the premise of the whole story-reader interaction I like so much but the problem stands that this system, when applied to real people and leaving certain details out in order to protect identities, leaves the spaces so that other people (i.e: the readers) can fill them out instead. It’s great, I love it just as much as people like staring at a car crash but when those interpretations come back to bite me in the ass then, well, the world gets set on fire.
So yes, I have a torment. I have baggage that both me and anyone in my immediate proximity has got to deal with. This has been the case for years; deal. They’re part of my construct just as much as the most embarassing events of your life are for you… you don’t like anyone fucking with them, correct? Ahh, there you go, we’re coming to an understanding. So, I found out today that the post I wrote up 2 days ago cause someone much grief… of course, this stemmed out of a misunderstanding. This isn’t the first time it has happened. I thought long and hard how I should approach this and even though I’m already upset because some people took my words out of context and as a result I got into shit yet again, I’ve decided to be civil about it. I already made one special rant so there’s no need to write another. With that said, I’ll just go ahead and clarify the phrase that got me in trouble in the first place because apparently I embarrassed this person and the mere thought of it is, to me, ridiculous and I’ll tell you why. On August 22nd, I wrote this:
Opposites attract, but what makes them get together? Rebellion, for one. The main reason why I’m not with my torment is because I represent a radical shift. An overhaul of everything. That makes me dangerous and for someone that doesn’t like change, it poses a problem for her (In retrospect, this is a mixed blessing; I don’t want the overhaul at the moment either, so this gives me time to roam the world and have my awesome adventures for a while longer). Since I’ve been the “undercover” guy for a while now, hiding behind shadows and fog as I have the time of my life with whatever woman’s daring and open-minded enough, the concept of coming out of there and regining myself in is a very attractive one. It’s in my design to not wander off if I’m getting my fix just right from a single source, if you will… it’s the Latino in me. But while I wait for someone daring and confident enough to reign me in, I’ll keep having myself some fun. Everybody wins.
So to you, the unsuspecting reader, this means, what? The hell if I know, but I’m glad you’ve taken the time to read it and enjoy. To those others who think they have a clue, then… this means what? That I’m fucking whoever it is I’m fucking or not and the moment I find something better then I’ll move on? Wake up, folks: I love the sex, but that’s not the reasons I stay. If it was about the sex I’d be telling a story about who I fucked or didn’t fuck and I’d call it a day. If you can’t fucking tell, I’m fuckingpassieonate about whatever interests me and whoever interests me, one 2 or 15 people. Doesn’t matter. If I drop them it’s because of their own faults, and will have nothing to do with any outside factors because I’m not the type to jump ship at the first sight of danger, or land, or a siren. What would those factors be? None of your God damn business; if I deem it funny enough to write about then you, dear reader, will be the first to know because all I want you to do is laugh at my life and what happens in it. In fact, if you can find the humor in this please do. Otherwise then, it’s none of your business. If you have any comments, questions or concerns I suggest you approach me and ask me about it before going ballistic because that, like Smokey the Bear would say, is how you prevent forest fires.
As a result now the one who’s pissed off is me, and thanks to this event doors are being opened, those I have no intention in walking through at the moment. Nice going. This deer is seeing the headlights and is freaked out of his mind. The last thing I want to do now is go anywhere near a gilr who I have or am intimate with because when I go paranoid it spreads to all corners like a virus… I’ll have to go Zen and calm the hell down now, something which, in any other circumstance would be totally unnecessary. Misinterpretation is one of my arch-enemies apparently, and one that somehow always hits close to home. I will stop now, because this is the sort of thing that lets me spin football fields worth of yarn just by thinking about it. Bottom line: Whoever I’m involved with, no matter how many people I might or might not be friendly with, will only fall out of my radar if THEY have a problem with ME. No third parties are involved in any way when it comes to my decision-making in these instances no matter how powerful my emotional baggage is. Now chill the fuck out and have a God damn beer… I’m sure as hell getting mine.
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