victims

I can't sympathize with people who feel victimized by me. I just cannot. I have been concerned with one thing since I was old enough to think independently and that has been the truth. However, much to the disdain of many people, the truth is not all candied confectioneries and warm fuzzies. It's a pharmakon, it is neither good nor evil, it just is. The good and evil are simply our perception of it; the meaning we give the truth based on our past experiences. If you somehow perceive me or my actions as being bad or evil then that is your perception of reality. There are over 6 billion people in this world and that is a lot pf perceptions and there is not enough time within a lifetime to care about them. I could write volumes about how unfair life is or how dirty and rancid it can be. I could describe in detail situations that i have been in that are utterly unfair and notoriously foul in every aspect. But you wouldn't understand. You are too busy sitting there, feeling sorry for your own self. I suppose I shouldn't expect any more from people. Sometimes their worlds are so small. I pity them. Yet i understand that sometimes it really is a safety mechanism to limit your perception of reality to a tiny corner. If that is what you need to do then do it. Fill that corner with fluffy kittens, and condemned one night stands, and friends that are all sub-par to you in some manner that make you feel better about yourself. I will stay out here, and see things as they are. Reality as a contradiction of everything.