The Road to Nowhere, part I of V

[Freeky]

So you snap out of it, right, you snap out of it and the world sort of shifts back to normal.  Walls have right angles again, the world is brighter, without those awful shadows all over the place.  People are no longer conspiring against you, or at least your friends aren't.  Things are better.

Mostly.

I say mostly, because things are a little different.  You're a bit older, and that time you missed is gone.  Some of your friends won't talk to you...or worse, they do talk to you, but in a vague, offhand way that says you're just someone they used to know.

They're gone, even if they're polite about it.  Rather than continue the farce, you erase your contacts (And that's even worse, because it makes you maybe suspect that you're not better after all) and move on.  Just let it go.  Ignore the feelings of abandonment...Because, really, how long were they supposed to hang on?  Don't get mad.  Just pick yourself up and move on, even if it feels like you're missing a tooth and you just have to keep probing the socket with your tongue.

That being said, things are better.  

...

And that's really the point, isn't it?  Live like there's no tomorrow, because there might not be.  Get in all the living you can, eat the hell out of that cheeseburger, and as for the friends that left, more power to them.  Life's too damn short to get mad at people for walking away after a reasonable amount of time, even if you have started to forget what they looked like, or what their voices sounded like.  Just move on.

Or Kill Me.

I know exactly how all of this feels, but I haven't learned to move on yet.   I was never one t get mad, though, at least not at first. 

[LMNO]

It reminds me a bit of Cast Away -- After years of being stranded on an island, he makes it back to civilization, only to find out that people have moved on, left him for dead; but he doesn't blame them or hold resentment.  He ends up at a crossroad, with a smile on his face.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I need to be able to get to this point.  I'm just not a forgiving person.  I have a hard time letting the shit go. 



Excellent piece Roger!!!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So you snap out of it, right, you snap out of it and the world sort of shifts back to normal.  Walls have right angles again, the world is brighter, without those awful shadows all over the place.  People are no longer conspiring against you, or at least your friends aren't.  Things are better.

Mostly.

I say mostly, because things are a little different.  You're a bit older, and that time you missed is gone.  Some of your friends won't talk to you...or worse, they do talk to you, but in a vague, offhand way that says you're just someone they used to know.

They're gone, even if they're polite about it.  Rather than continue the farce, you erase your contacts (And that's even worse, because it makes you maybe suspect that you're not better after all) and move on.  Just let it go.  Ignore the feelings of abandonment...Because, really, how long were they supposed to hang on?  Don't get mad.  Just pick yourself up and move on, even if it feels like you're missing a tooth and you just have to keep probing the socket with your tongue.

That being said, things are better.  

It's been seven months since the last "episode" ended, and things are pretty much on track.  New friends, a new place, a fresh start.  The oldest, the boy, has a pretty girlfriend who's smart as hell, funny, and seems to genuinely love him.  The younger kid, the daughter, is developing real talent as a writer and an artist.  The woman puts up with you, and is never put off by any of the more extreme shit you exhibit when the mood takes you.

And you've learned to value these people, because you never know when things will go upside down again, and there's no way to tell what will be left next time you break the surface...So you learn to appreciate the people who stuck by you, you learn to spend a little more time with them.  Last weekend, My daughter and I spent 2 hours watching old Beavis & Butthead episodes (She'd never seen them) and laughing ourselves sick.  

My son, of course, wants to spend his time tooling around in the Jeep with his girlfriend, and spending as much time as he can with his friends before he ships out to the Marines, which is as it should be.

And that's really the point, isn't it?  Live like there's no tomorrow, because there might not be.  Get in all the living you can, eat the hell out of that cheeseburger, and as for the friends that left, more power to them.  Life's too damn short to get mad at people for walking away after a reasonable amount of time, even if you have started to forget what they looked like, or what their voices sounded like.  Just move on.

Or Kill Me.

I love this!

But wait... what's this?

Life's too damn short to get mad at people for walking

[The Good Reverend Roger]

So you snap out of it, right, you snap out of it and the world sort of shifts back to normal.  Walls have right angles again, the world is brighter, without those awful shadows all over the place.  People are no longer conspiring against you, or at least your friends aren't.  Things are better.

Mostly.

I say mostly, because things are a little different.  You're a bit older, and that time you missed is gone.  Some of your friends won't talk to you...or worse, they do talk to you, but in a vague, offhand way that says you're just someone they used to know.

They're gone, even if they're polite about it.  Rather than continue the farce, you erase your contacts (And that's even worse, because it makes you maybe suspect that you're not better after all) and move on.  Just let it go.  Ignore the feelings of abandonment...Because, really, how long were they supposed to hang on?  Don't get mad.  Just pick yourself up and move on, even if it feels like you're missing a tooth and you just have to keep probing the socket with your tongue.

That being said, things are better.  

It's been seven months since the last "episode" ended, and things are pretty much on track.  New friends, a new place, a fresh start.  The oldest, the boy, has a pretty girlfriend who's smart as hell, funny, and seems to genuinely love him.  The younger kid, the daughter, is developing real talent as a writer and an artist.  The woman puts up with you, and is never put off by any of the more extreme shit you exhibit when the mood takes you.

And you've learned to value these people, because you never know when things will go upside down again, and there's no way to tell what will be left next time you break the surface...So you learn to appreciate the people who stuck by you, you learn to spend a little more time with them.  Last weekend, My daughter and I spent 2 hours watching old Beavis & Butthead episodes (She'd never seen them) and laughing ourselves sick.  

My son, of course, wants to spend his time tooling around in the Jeep with his girlfriend, and spending as much time as he can with his friends before he ships out to the Marines, which is as it should be.

And that's really the point, isn't it?  Live like there's no tomorrow, because there might not be.  Get in all the living you can, eat the hell out of that cheeseburger, and as for the friends that left, more power to them.  Life's too damn short to get mad at people for walking away after a reasonable amount of time, even if you have started to forget what they looked like, or what their voices sounded like.  Just move on.

Or Kill Me.

I love this!

But wait... what's this?

Life's too damn short to get mad at people for walking

We're still against them, but there's no sense getting worked up about it.