I’ve concluded that taking the high road is over-rated. Granted, it might cause a small twist of internal spiritual growth, maybe, possibly, in some non-measurable way… but if you’re looking for something truly difficult in life, try not giving in to the first reaction that comes to mind when someone stabs you in the back.

I used to think that with age this issue would lessen, since the people I’d be dealing with would be less “teen drama” and I’d have my hardened sense of “already been screwed so am kinda used to it” going for me. But, as often seems to be the case, I was wrong. Not only do teens never give up the drama, even when they’re way into the 40’s and older, but getting screwed still really hurts and sucks (when it’s not of the sexual variety.)

Sometimes it’s like a paper cut that won’t heal. Nothing big that would send you to the doctor, but also something that just won’t seem to heal. Dammit. You keep thinking it’s healing, then it pops open again at the slightest provocation.

To all the unnamed people who have treated me like doo doo during the last 10 years of my life, and especially those who have the nerve to play games about it, I have one thing to say to you tonight. FUCK YOU.

Thank you, and goodnight.