Monday, September 13, 2010

A cathartic rant that didn't help purge anything

I'm at work. So, consider yourself warned, this post may be interrupted constantly and my train of thought will probably seem sporadic but it's really because I had to stop, and I kept thinking but couldn't type it out for you. These gaps will be marked by paragraph breaks, the rest will be kept in one.

Deal with it. It's my blog anyway.

Recent events have brought a lot of things to mind that I have kept back for a long time.

Forgive and forget, right? But still, that doesn't mean justice doesn't play a role. If someone hurts you, yes, you should forgive them. But that doesn't mean you have to keep them in your life. If they truly damage you, that's all the more reason to forgive them, deal with it emotionally, but you shouldn't subject yourself to being in a position where they can hurt you again.

Cutting people out of your life may seem difficult, but frankly, some people just don't deserve your company.

Why does it seem like logic is never enough for some people? You can present information soundly, with all the backing evidence. You can be objective. You can have proof. You can show them everything they ask for. You can answer their questions. And yet they leave unsatisfied, and you just get frustrated.

Why are some people so closed off to change? Life is progression. Being satisfied with where you are is ridiculous. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" only works with objects. People are perpetually broken. Unless they are perfect. And who is? I hate that I can't make someone see the truth. But at the same time, I'm grateful that they have to figure it out on their own. Even if it drives me crazy when they just choose not to.

I've never wanted to hurt someone like that before.

Ha, my mind is still racing. Half of me just wants to go on a rage, the other half wants to just walk away and the rest of me is still in control.

Why would anyone consciously choose to influence others to do something that's wrong? Fine, some people don't really know what's right all the time. But there's always that knowledge. Murder is bad. Telling a lie is bad. Hitting someone is bad. Pre-marital sex is bad. You get that sick feeling when you know you've done wrong. But here's the thing. If you do it often enough, you'll kill that feeling. You'll move past it. Doesn't make it right, just means you've gotten used to it. You won't feel it anymore. You've accepted it. And it'll take more than a freight train to knock enough sense into you for you to realize that it is STILL wrong. And needs fixing. But sometimes, and rarely, that feeling comes creeping back. Don't ignore it. Deal with it. Fix it.

How could anyone do that to someone?

That talk he gave yesterday changed my mind about some of the decisions I was on the border of making. Though, part of me really doubts that I would have done the other. That talk shoved a bit more perspective into my head. It was one that I needed to hear. That doesn't seem to happen often.

Everything's broken. But nothing is irreparable.

Just because people are perpetually broken does not mean that they are beyond repair. Some are, and I've met a few of those. But they are the ultimate exceptions. As long as you can change, as long as you want to try, you are not irreparable.

It kills me to watch people give up on themselves.

I get that people get comfortable where they are at, that they don't feel like they have change. But change is essential. And change doesn't mean moving or trying a new deodorant or taking a vacation. Change is about personal development; finding flaws in ourselves and going about fixing them, or seeing where they came from and dealing with the emotions behind them.

Too late, I'm invested.

Fearing change is normal, but normal is rarely right. Change isn't easy. But it's worth it. Change to become something better than what you are.

I hate feeling like I can't fix something.

Independence is such a weird idea. Most of it comes from pride. "I can fix it myself." Bull. No one can really be completely independent. And if there is someone out there who is that way, then they're missing out. Everyone needs help sometime.

Trust is such a weird concept. It's immeasurable, but at the same time you can say, "I trust so-and-so more than what's-her-face," without any hesitation. How is it really earned anyway? And how do people go about giving it away to some and not others? What really makes a person trustworthy?

What's wrong with seeing things in black and white? To say that things are never as clear as black and white IS saying that something is as clear as black and white. Sometimes that's just the way things are. I can be bullheaded when I know I'm right. But if I have any reason to doubt, then I'm open to listening to other opinions and ideas. But when something directly contradicts what I know is the truth, I will fight it tooth and nail.

I am unkind when I'm angry. But at least I recognize it. And I don't get angry often.

I still haven't bought the new Disturbed album... Clearly, there's something wrong with me.

I can't imagine why people think that they have to carry all of their problems on their own. That is unhealthy. Part of me just wants to grab them and show them that there are people that you can trust with your problems.

I want to break something.