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February 21, 2014 - 8:41 p.m. Bax Sometimes you just get catapulted back into this space of adolescent rage-turned-apathy. it's not about that and that's beside the point "if i see it differently fine. What fucking nerve. Now in you waltz, telling me about the connections you make to the triggers themselves you don't understand my anger. Maybe if you'd had two close friends totally disappoint you, excuses in hand Maybe if death hadn't sloped its way onto the lap of every attempt you'd made to haul old relationships out of the dust and breathe life into them... waiting for a minute where you were allowed to be purely selfish. only for your discomfort of confrontation to cause the same knee jerk burial feel your emotions more quietly please. it's like muting and shaming How can you not, on some level situationally, no aspect of this is inevitable: a) the tickets were for two. he died. - you can't split a dead man's tickets in two and take a friend b) they were all four supposed to go - you knew you couldn't make it from the get go. and you've now lost a close friend. looks like we were the double booking and tragedy struck. c) or perhaps, post-death. suddenly. and in a fit of post-mortem desire to travel, you feverishly booked three tickets for a date you've now double booked. Then you 1, (because a and b are exhausted) tell the newly-widowed... "hey, I'm sorry, but 57 days from now you are going to probably be okay and I can give you every moment of my time til then, but I just remembered my friends are getting married and I'm supposed to perform there" And we all know, you can't question death. So, you choose who to disappoint. Getting chosen is always fun. Except when it's not.
Because people are uniformly just excused from their shitty, lame and disappointing behaviour. And when you don't listen to me, then pretend that none of this is worth analyzing in the least, like it's biblical (which is not worth analyzing, because it's fiction... which just proves my point)... so I should just shut up, pretend to understand and put lipstick on my pretty mouth. Watch another Skye Ferreira video. And you don't listen, but implicate me in the discomfort. As it's cause. Like I killed this person. When all I'm asking is for some ... too. Life and death are in the balance together, inextricable, but two to one, you know where the vote is cast. "Where your priorities are" so you girls who don't question their parents, except for pretend when you grow up, pretend that I'm a monster, But unlike a scientist, you don't examine the cause as part of your hypothesis. It's enough to make anyone blow their lid, when someone looks at you like you don't make sense, when you do. and says that you have strong opinions, but try to shame you out of yours. say's it's uncomfortable to see anger, Then you try to force a resolution, so that you, two against one, and that forcing, for your own sake, just makes me seethe more. And recall all the other times I've been made out, hung out and left to find my own legs, because emotions are so inconvenient. unless they're yours. You are allowed to be unreasonable, Mine, no... let's clean those up. It makes me want to puke. And the pot you want a lid on, hits boil. ... when all I want to do is go screaming into the night, or anywhere else where people aren't repressed robots without feelings who hide behind fake, mother-board feelings like... when it's death it's beyond analysis. no one likes being chosen last. especially not three times.s and no one likes being told, like an all too fresh last time... that their feelings are embarrassing. you're right. It must be really uncomfortable to feel and watch real emotions that don't exist in movies with wakes... and having a witness, who you have to protect from your disappointment in me, is far easier than dealing with my disappointment in being cause the last things I want to feel are a fool, and an embarrassment.
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