For some reason, I wish to explain a few things….

In the world of the freakchylde, there is one major rule and one major rule alone….Don’t lie to me. There’s a reason for it, especially if you’re lucky enough to be allowed into the the inner walls of my being. I really, really don’t like it and I consider it a massive breach of trust, which is usually never regained. Now, I can take the need for someone to lie, make themselves look bad, in order to protect someone else that doesn’t deserve the pain, yet. That’s dealable and I do it myself (worked in corp america, also the reason I no longer work in corp america). However, if you lie, solely for your own gain, you screw yourself. And you screw yourself even worse when you naively try to logically explain it away through the idea that you’re protecting someone else. You’re not. You’re protecting your own ass, and for that you deserve to roast in the blue flames. Along those lines is also the concept of talking out of your mouth, instead of both ends of your digestive tract. What does this mean? If you’re going to say that you’re going to do something, say….to change the habit/s in your life, make an effort to do it. Even if you fail, you’ve at least made the effort and not just made lip service. Don’t make promises that you don’t intend to keep. I consider that lying for your own protection and talking out of your ass. Wrong choice. And when you prove me right, after asking my advice and disregarding it like I never gave it, and I tell you I was right…don’t go trying to pawn yourself off as being innocent. You’re not. I told you and you ignored me. Also, when you know what my reaction is going to be, don’t tell me not to react in that way. My reaction is not going to change, regardless of what you say. You knew what you were going to face and you chose to face it. Now deal with the fucking consequences, you created the situation.

I’ve contemplated a rhetorical theory my Therapist suggested: lower my expectations and I won’t be as depressed when they’re not met. Don’t harbour so much hope when I know what the reality will be. However, my question would be this: Is it really that much to ask, that those close to me actually have enough knowledge and respect for me, as their friend, that they can tell me the truth instead of lying? Is it that much to ask, for my friends to act as mature individuals who are grown-up, in regards to how they present themselves in their relationship to me? I give this to each and every one of my friends, is it that much to ask for it in return? Otherwise, grow up and don’t bitch when the expected reaction occurs. I’m not like everyone else. I have my limits and I don’t let people push them, especially when it comes to the special privileges I already grant to those who can count themselves amongst my kindred. In my world, family is just as easy to cast off as strangers. It might take more planning, but the strings cut the same way.