“A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? to detest existence and yet to cling to one’s existence? in brief, to caress the serpent which devours us, till he has eaten our very heart?”

— Voltaire, Candide Chapter 12

The truth is, no one can make you angry. It is a choice to be angry, to retaliate, to be vindictive towards another. And you can choose not to, so long as you’re willing to let go of your own disposition and prejudice. But until you make that step, there is no hope.

If you’re OCD, no matter which way you go, you’ve screwed up.

“Keep Calm and Carry On” propaganda, created by the British Information Ministry during World War II has been one of the most widely overused slogans on the Internet for the pasts few months. There have been sarcastic spoofs galore, most probably due, in no small part, to the fact that a vast majority of people are so willing to indiscriminately bite the heads off of every around them for no apparent reason…

Have you ever been entirely stressed to the point of depression, and instead of being the least bit compassionate, people just kick you even harder? There’s an old saying, “You can only kick an old dog so many times before it bites you.” What’s even more sick is after the fact, when the people doing the kicking stand around giving commentary that the ‘bite’ was “unexpected,” or that the distressed person “obviously had serious mental issues.”

     It’s not that I’m cold… but I have a hard time giving a damn when someone I know kills themselves.

     Especially when it’s been so long since you’ve heard from them in any capacity but anger, threats and subterfuge.  When the right hand claims love while the left hand is pushing a knife into your back.  When the chameleon always changes its skin to meet its needs.
     When it’s like that for so long, I don’t even remember the good times.  What good is a thoughtful, “Goodbye,” when the person you knew has long since gone anyway?

     And that’s all I have to say about that…

     The rest is simple.  Some of us, regardless of the turmoil, have the tenacity to keep sticking around.  Some of us, for whatever reason, do not.

     Like I said … It’s not that I’m cold… I’m just realistic. 

     Because if I were cold … then I wouldn’t keep thinking, I wish I could go back to the first time I met you, and walk in the opposite direction.