Dr. Beardhussein Wants To Philosophize For A Bit.
It’s 3:07 on the morning of Thursday, December 6th, 2007.
I’ve spent the last hour or so talking to my very good friend talk about her current romantic dilemmas. Apparently, a situation she’s in is eerily reminiscent of a particularly trying time in her life.
Only problem is, she’s also my ex–and the particularly trying time she spoke of, while a decade old, had some not-so-great effects on me. Now I’m feeling like the Chopped Liver Champion of the World because I am a footnote to a much grander tale.
At the risk of upsetting Rey’s Conscience or any of the other people that have reached out, I’m gonna wax poetic for a bit here and see what I can come up with.
Walk with me.
It’s funny how things work sometimes.
I’m 27 years old, and the heartache I am referring to in the intro italics happened over 10 years ago. Some of it was 11 and 12 years ago. That doesn’t stop it from still digging at me and hurting a bit all these years later.
What is it about that first bit of trauma, that first bit of heartache and devestation that manages to stay with us for the rest of our lives? Is it a gift? Or a curse?
Think about it.
Even the hardest [||], most thugged out E-Gangster in the world has at least 1 (one) story of a girl that wronged him.
Even the most independent of strong-ass women has at least 1 (one) story of a guy that wronged her. (and switch the pronouns or whatever if you’re gay).
At some point, we’ve all been faced with a bit of fuckery. We’ve all believed in someone that hurt us. We’ve all had people come crashing down off the pedestal we put them on. We’ve all been betrayed. We’ve all had people piss in our ears and tell us it’s rain.
The question is: What in the hell can we do about it?
I mean, I’m sure runimating in a blog doesn’t help. Concordantly, I’m sure that drinking or “piffing” (stupidest term for marijuana ever) the pain into a dull headache doesn’t help either.
I suppose the real challenge is just accepting the agony and torment of whatever happens to you with some kinda grace and get on with your day.
I suppose there will always be nights like tonite when, even tho’ things are going great for me, I can still get upset at what went wrong with the first girl I was ever in love with.
It’s funny how those things stick with us, even after getting older, (allegedly) wiser, and dealing with other heartaches.
Life is a fickle fucker sometimes, IATSoldiers. Until we find the reason for all this, I guess we can only do our part to not fuck up somebody else’s day.
‘Til then, I guess it’s up to us to find joy in the little tiny things we choose to ignore when the big things are bothering us. For example, I’m currently unemployed. Our rent is the only one of our bills that we pay in full every month. Everything else gets juggled around worse than the Aftermath Entertainment Release Schedule.
That doesn’t stop me from enjoying such simple pleasures as the stars shining on a cold-ass December night.
I might be chronically single, but that doesn’t stop me from still holding onto hope that one day I’m gonna meet a good ass woman.
I might have a size 17 3/4 fitted, but ya know what? I still look in the mirror after a shave and a haircut (say it…saaayyyy it..) and go, “Woo! I’m gonna hurt some feelings tonite!”.
The world might be a big ball of fuckery where no matter what we do The Man or The Enemy will snipe and bite at us all danged day long. There might be 247 D. Billz or BKScribe conspiracies out there. We might all be headed for a horrible cataclysmic race war where Jesus and Allah step in to smite the wicked. Worse than that, Jim Jones might actually release another single.
That isn’t gonna stop me from being a corny fuck that will gladly raise his middle finger to all the posturing, posing, holier-than-thou, cynical, sarcastic shitheads that do their best to mock all that’s good and decent and innocent and fun in this world.
I mean, good God, man. This world is fucked up, and we really only have two choices:
1- Change it for the better.
2- Make it get worse.
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna do my part to do the former, even if all I can do is give the faithful readers of this page a couple minutes of encouragement, or advice, or entertainment.
Life is fucking difficult…but it ain’t that serious.
Call Reynolds, cuz it’s a Wrap
I hope this blog finds all of my loyal IATSoldiers well, and in the pursuit of true happiness. In pursuit of life and leisure that has more to do with positive, righteous self-fulfillment…
…than just stunting on somebody cuz you copped some Lime Green Nikes.
Thanks for checking in,
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