We reach out to you from the dark side of the moon
Today, I lost my best friend in the world. I can say that it was, without question, the most sudden, unexpected experience of my life. Since the day we met, and for three years afterwards, we were as close as two friends could be. I always thought, if no one else stands by me, you will. If I have no one else in the world, I will always have you. We had planned it that way, to always lean on one another both personally and professionally. And now, three years and 21 days after meeting, we are done. How ironic, I was even wearing the same polo today that I wore on the day we met. She was the only person in the world I ever truly loved. I don’t mean to belittle or offend any of you. I have grown to value and care for so many of you over the years. But at my core, I am a monster. And for so long, I felt myself incapable of love or real human connection. I thought I’d always be that thing in the corner that no one understood, physically, mentally, and emotionally distant from all else. Apologies for the dramatic wording, but I assure you, these words feel in no way dramatic to me as they pour from the most genuine hidden crevices of my heart and mind. And make no mistake, there will be no reunion a week later in which we laugh it off. This is for real. And it has, as I finally understand, been mounting for three years. And after three years, I thought I’d finally be able to once again see my best friend. And I did. One day…in three years. And in that Thursday was contained my last spark of hope. And now, the very next Thursday, it’s all gone. And I cannot help but dwell on all the ways in which I am so very sorry. Unintentional as it may have been, I hurt the one person I swore to care for and protect my whole life. I’ve been hurting her through every happy and sad moment of the last three years. So perhaps you were right to end it. Maybe it will ultimately be better for both of us. Maybe it’s just part of God’s plan. I apologize for everything. I’m sorry for the way I am. I’m sorry that after so many years of dragging a heart of ice around in my chest, I couldn’t control my emotional connection. I’m sorry for all the times I grew angry over something so…stupid. I’m sorry for all the little hurtful jabs that I never meant to take. Your mother told me I’d find someone else one day…but honestly, I don’t know. The one thing I will not apologize for is loving you, for being in love with you. You were, still are, and always will be, like a angel in mortal flesh. You transcend every expectation I had for humanity. You have given me more hope, more ambition, and more love than I ever dreamed anyone could give. I’m sorry I took it all for granted. I’m sorry that, regardless of the things you did that were wrong, I was the first and final catalyst for both our pain. My emotion, my feelings, were what finally lit the fuse on the bomb. I can try to blame you for a lot. But what good does that do? You will always be a saint compared to me. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, the anger I put off, simply because you didn’t feel the same way about me that I felt about you. You can’t earn someone’s love…and you certainly can’t force them to love you. And while I’ve always understood that, I suppose it simply didn’t sink in like it should have. But it doesn’t matter now. For now, everything I valued is gone. Human beings have a lovely knack for destroying the things they love. So perhaps your mom was right. In the end, no matter how much love I have to give, perhaps I am nothing more than a pariah, a harbinger of pain to those I love. I suppose my final message, a message you’ll never read, is that I will always love you. I will always forgive everything. And if by some miracle you find your way back to me, I will always be there, holding a lamp beside the door, to light the way for you. I pray that you’ve made the right decision. I pray that you are happy all the days of your life. I pray that you meet someone worthy of your spectacular self, one who will love and care for you as I did, but one who will be right for you in the way I never could be. And no matter where we go, no matter what we do, whether we meet again in this life or the next…I will always love you. More than you or anyone else in the world could ever comprehend.
For three years, I loved one person more than everyone else in the world combined. I always thought that, without that one person, I would crack. I experienced my share of darker times in my youth, much like many of you did. And after all those experiences, I was sure that losing that one person, in whatever form that loss may take, would be the only thing that could break me down. I never gave much thought to that possibility, though. However real my love may have been, it still blinded me. But now, that day of reckoning that I never expected has come and gone. At first, the pain was indescribable. I felt as though this was the end of my happiness and ambition. For three days, I felt the searing knife thrust deeper and deeper into my heart. But the blade can only ever cut so deeply before breaking through. And at that point, if you still live, what more damage can it do? After three days, the pain faded, and she certainly had no power to stab me again. That was it. After three years of learning to open up my heart to someone, three years of intense love, the pain of loss lasted only three days. One day for each year. And by a week after, it seemed as though it no longer mattered. No matter how much I tried to make myself feel again, it did not happen. I entertained the thought that perhaps the quick recovery indicated that I never loved her as much as I thought I did. But I find that is not the case. The love is still there, even now…but if there is such a thing as indifferent love, this is it. Now, I’m far more plagued by another perplexing thought. If this was all I could bring myself to feel over her, the one I loved more than anyone else…then how much do I really care for anyone else? Certainly, if the vast majority of you suddenly departed from my life, I would feel nothing. But is this some inhuman indifference, or is it merely a long and heard learned instinct to never allow other people to rule my life? Presently, it is the thought most prevalent in my mind. For the answer possesses the potential to either solidify or redefine all that I know to be true about myself. The most pivotal crossroads in a person’s life are rooted not in events but in the thoughts and feelings associated with them. It seems there is much left to be learned from this experience. But as of right now, I can say this with more conviction than ever. The ones you love can be your greatest strength, but you must never allow them to become your greatest weakness. First and foremost, if you wish to be successful and live a meaningful life, you must first find happiness from within yourself, then branch out to others. The regrettable truth is that most people, even the ones you love deeply, are only very temporary components of your life, whereas yourself and the things you believe in will always be there. And because those are the factors that last, a truly wise person will build their foundation upon those things, and the build upward from there. Although I still have many questions for myself, I now know without any lingering doubt that I have built my foundations on what will always last. Perhaps I did give too much power to this one person. Perhaps it was doomed from the start, for I see now that, for almost all of those three years, the knife was already halfway through. But it doesn’t matter now. The first stab will never kill me. And no one gets the luxury of a second. My dear, dear friend. I will always love you, but what it comes down to is this: At the end of the day, you are the one who has lost something truly great in your life.
"We so harshly judge those who wear the Devil’s skin over an Angel’s heart. But they’re probably the smart ones."
"Why do I stay up all night? Why do I refuse to go to sleep even in the face of exhaustion?…. Because I’m afraid that I’ll wake up, and it’ll be tomorrow. And I will have wasted another day."
"I will never stop loving you." I recall that thought wrapping its serpentine form around my mind one year ago. It was the first time in years I looked back upon your face. And although I could never have fathomed it at the time, it may well become the last time I ever do. Never could I have imagined those words would ever leave my lips. Never could I have imagined that a little girl would have so much power over me. But you did, because you were it. You were the only person in this world I ever loved like that. I would die a thousand times for those who are my friends and family, one and the same. But even then, that love pales in comparison to what I felt for you. How could mere words begin to describe that? How could anyone ever quantify the mountains and the oceans I would have crossed, the stars I would have shot down from the sky, just to be with you? Every moment of my life, warmth and safety and passion perforated through my heart and mind. I would lie on my floor each day in ecstasy beyond what most people could comprehend, just imagining the day I’d see your face again. I saw through you in every way. I could read you like a book because we were so intimate in our minds. All your faults and imperfections were clear as day to me, and yet I found every one to be beautiful. You had a power that no human being ever has had before or since. Because of you, I learned that I could love. When I looked at myself, I saw the end of the world. But when I looked at you, I saw a new beginning. You inspired me to want to save the world. You were my angel. And you shattered my world, because you were my world. You damaged me more deeply than every other hateful little wretch in my life combined could ever manage. And I couldn’t even fully describe to anyone how it felt. I couldn’t even cry in front of my dearest friends… only alone. Sleep was my only escape from the pain, and even then, you plagued my mind. I would dream about you coming back to me, then wake up and watch my hope fade away as my eyes adjusted back to reality. I wanted to reach out to the wind, to scream into the darkness to give me back my happiness. But when the dawn came, I was left only with emptiness and apathy. And that’s the real nightmare. It was you, little girl. It was you who flooded my life with indescribable happiness simply because you were alive. You’ll go your whole life never understanding just what that means. And I will go my whole life never for a moment forgetting that feeling. For every moment without it tortures me. The memories haunt me. Not because of you, because I no longer want you. But because I miss that feeling. I’ve tasted just how happy a person can be, and I want it back. I’ve tasted the perfect euphoria. And nothing can replicate it. No drug could ever come close. And I’ll live my whole life comparing every person I meet against that feeling. I’ll halt myself from falling in love with one person after another because they can’t make me feel that way. Who knows; maybe I can’t feel that way again. Perhaps it was just a one-time thing, and now my heart is forever closed to such a connection again. And how ironic, that now I hate you. Odd, isn’t it? I never loved anyone else like I loved you… and now this. No, sad is what it is. We’re so far past the point where you have the power to harm me. In fact, no one can do that now. In a way, it feels so wonderful to be unattached. Every night I revel in the bliss and glory to fall in love with my madness and to do so without anyone else inhibiting me from finding myself in the darkness. I’m invincible. So why give you any of my energy? Because whereas I used to let my hate destroy, now I force it rather to motivate. Just as does my love, my hate ignites a fire deep in my soul and propels me onward infinitely. And I’ll use that hate every moment until I am perfectly happy, until there is nothing left but that overwhelming love and peace and ecstasy. I will find it again. And then, one day, far into the future, when I have everything I ever dreamed of and more… then the debt will be payed. That is my message to everyone. Use your hate, rather than allowing it to destroy you. And for those of you who know what it’s like to have your love spat back in your face, there is no greater vengeance than being happy and complete in spite of everyone who would ever do you harm or tell you that you’re not good enough. And finally, the world is so much bigger than one person, so don’t make the mistake I did. Don’t let one person become your world. You are your own world. The people you love just complete it. As I said, the memories will be with me forever. After all, that’s the one thing no one can ever take away from you. There’s so much beauty in them, and they can inspire so perfectly. But don’t live in them. Because you have your entire future to make new ones. Why should a little pain and a little heartbreak ever stop you from that? If you understand that, if you live by that, you are good enough. You are invincible.
So here’s to one year. I’ve never been stronger. Never more alive. Never more free.
That’s a word we use every day, especially on the 4th of July. And very often, it does not refer to the country. It refers instead to the many different ideas and meanings that it holds to so many different people. Perhaps it signifies liberty, freedom, equality, acceptance, opportunity. Perhaps it signifies a haven built upon dreams that towers to the sky. That is why so many people around the world long for it. That is why so many people here long for it.
Today, you will hear so many proclamations that America is the greatest nation in the world. But that is not the truth. I never bought into patriotism. So long ago I stopped speaking the words of the pledge or placing my hand on my heart. Often, I have half a mind not even to stand for it. They say it is a sign of respect. But respect for what? Respect for the leaders who care only for themselves and use the terms “republican” and “democrat” as means of leashing the minds of their people? Respect for our ancestors who dishonored the spirit of freedom by enslaving and murdering those who were different? Respect for everyone now who seeks vengeance for the past under the guise of social justice? Respect for the men and women who died fighting for what they believed was right, but was really only a lie? Respect for the fabled American Dream that was buried so long ago by our world?
I cannot do it. I cannot place my hand on my heart in reverence of a nation that even today feeds on hatred. There are no victims and aggressors anymore. We all play each role. Every race, every class, every religion seeks so fervently to cast their anger and blame on another, seeking reparations where there are no reparations to give. How could I ever shout accolades to this country while my mind recalls the men and women who were forced to go to Vietnam and die simply because of a political agenda, or the men and women who die now in the Middle East. I can think of nothing we gained that was worth their lives.
Those older than I always speak of the good old days, when this country was a proud and independent nation, built upon strong moral values and determination. But I cannot for the life of me imagine to what exactly they refer. A generation ago, we were locked in the Cold War. We spent decades on the brink of annihilation simply because two nations, one being our own, were too afraid and judgmental to work things out. The Cuban Missile Crisis was solved diplomatically only 42 minutes before the bombs were set to launch. Imagine that for a moment. We came within 42 minutes of destroying every life on this planet. A generation before that, the world was torn by mad men who sought to overthrow and enslave the world. We fought against them only to become a politically correct version of them. We were slaves to narrow-mindedness, driven by bigotry and a grave misinterpretation of religion that just happened to catch on culturally. A few generations before that, the entire nation was broken in two. In the eyes of the people, it was over the issue of whether or not someone has the right to freedom simply because they are different. In the eyes of politicians, it was a carefully masked struggle over resources and dominance. When we speak the pledge, we say the word “Indivisible.” Obviously not. Not then, and not now. And generations before that, we slaughtered countless native peoples in order to claim this land as our own. So when were the good old days? When was America anything like what we fancy it to be?
And the American Dream? It has taken on many forms and evolved throughout the years. There was a time when it meant traveling here and, with naught but your own wits and determination, carving out a live for yourself in a vast landscape, owning your own home and supporting a family simply of your own means. When the 20’s hit, America was racked with excess and self-entitlement. The American Dream became a doctrine of instant gratification. People bought on credit and played the stock market as though it were a roulette wheel. They no longer felt they had to work for what they wanted. They felt they deserved it simply for existing. The attended lavish parties so that they could live vicariously. The Great Depression was a monster of our own creation. We needed it, and we deserved it, just as we deserve our economic problems now. And although so many will find it politically incorrect to say, the simple truth is that suffering and loss and desperation are a reality check. And yet, we never learned from the first crisis. In the 60’s the American Dream evolved again. This time, it came in the form of drugs and alcohol, used to blot out reality so that we could forget just how lackluster our lives are. The same is true today. Better to live a happy lie than a painful truth. And on the flip side of the coin, America is still every bit as narcissistic and self-entitled. We live under a doctrine that everyone should simply be given what they want. Because screw everyone else. We are lazy and unmotivated. Deranged as the radical Islamic terrorists may be, they are stronger than we are. Even if their belief is evil and psychotic, they still believe strongly enough in it to live and to die for it. Yet we here in America merely sit back and complain about the way things are, rather than taking any active interest in our government or economy, expecting it to get better on its own, expecting help from above to give us the dream we refuse to fight for ourselves. The truth is, the government does not care. And if you believe in God, He cares enough to tell us to get off our asses and take responsibility for the mess we’ve made. And this is the freedom we claim to salute, the freedom that we waste every moment of our lives.
And yet, for all the ill I will speak of America and the world, there is something I will support on the 4th of July. I do not support the country. I do not believe in the country. But I do believe in the word “America”. All that the word connotes is the true Dream. And if we can all come together and once again believe in freedom, opportunity, acceptance, justice, and the safe haven that embodies the stuff that dreams are made of, then we have a future. Not just this country, but the entire world. I will never believe we are too far gone in this vicious cycle to fight for everything America claims to be. The American Dream, summed in a single word, is hope. That is what we live for. Land and a country is only dirt. A flag is is only a pretty design. But a dream and the will to actualize it is what gives us meaning. It is the only thing that ever can. American claims to be that dream and that will, and I hope that someday it can be. I hope that the entire world can be. On the 4th of July, that’s worth celebrating.
"Beauty is not definable by effort. Beauty simply is, or is not. And it exists as such deeper than the flesh."
I just ran across yet another one of those posts about “nice guys”. You know, the ones that pop up either in article or status format on facebook ten times every waking moment, every waking day? I can’t really seem to recall if it took the position “Nice Guys Are Entitled to Women” or the position “Every Man Is A Misogynist Pig”, because they’ve really all just started to run together in my head as one giant accumulation of political/social bullshit to which Dr. Frankenstein (That’s you guys) has given a pulse. I read articles about social issues with the hope that I may be able to form a more educated opinion on the matters at hand. But I’ve come to only two conclusions regarding this particular issue. 1.) I have probably actually become dumber for having read all these sweeping statements of narrow-minded opinion. 2.) When it comes to relationships, 98% of you lose whatever molecule of intelligence and common sense once sat atop your shoulders.
First, let’s tackle the two sides of this specific argument. It should be easy, seeing as I only ever see two very polarized and unflinching opinions in all my readings. “Nice Guys Are Entitled To Women.” Many of you seem to think that just because you are “nice”, it automatically means you deserve a relationship or or deserve to go balls deep in dat pussy (as many of you slimy, greasy little bastards so eloquently put it). But let me give you the cold, hard truth. If the best thing that you can say about yourself is that you’re “nice”, then you’re probably boring as shit. You’re generally respectful to other people, and you don’t hit women? Oh, well that’s great. You’re a decent human being. But people shouldn’t be given props for sailing along the lines of basic decency. Everyone should do that. But are you intelligent? Do you have big dreams and ambitions in life, something to drive you? What are your interests and your special skills? Are you a great writer? Can you take a few rusty pieces of metal and turn it into an automatic breakfast maker? Do you save people’s lives by carefully excising tumors from their body? No? Do you do any interesting things? No? Well, are you at least funny, spontaneous, generally exciting, a good kisser? No? Did you drop out of high school? Oohhh, might be a problem there. I’m sorry guys (and girls), but most of you are just genuinely boring, and I have no idea what attracts people of the opposite gender to you. You’re not funny or smart. You’re not motivated. You have no inkling of how to read people and pick up on signs. You’re not creative. You’re just…nice. See where I’m going with this? Being nice doesn’t entitle you to anything. In fact, being TOO nice is just kind of annoying. You don’t work your way up the corporate ladder or through college or onto the set of a Hollywood picture by being obnoxiously nice. You do it with your talent, your skills, your intellect, your cunning, your ability to spontaneously turn any situation in your favor while showing everyone around you a great time. And in many ways, that’s how you win a woman’s heart. Now, being nice is a great trait. It’s a trait that everyone should have. But if it’s all you’ve got, then someone would have to compromise/settle wildly in order to take that package.
And now for the counter argument: “Every Man Is A Misogynist Pig” (#yesallwomen #lesbiansforlife). I could go on forever about corrupt uses of feminism…but I’ve already done that in previous statuses. So I’ll just stick with it as it pertains to the “Nice Guy” argument. Girls, no one is entitled to date you. No one is entitled to have sex with you. And the same goes for men. You don’t owe yourself to anyone. Having met a lot of boring people in my day, I fully understand when you don’t want to date someone. And I fully understand when someone who is, on paper, the perfect match just doesn’t seem to work in practice. The spark just isn’t there. It happens, and you can’t waste your life on the wrong person (or people; many, many people in most of your cases). That being said, not every person in the world who makes the “nice guy” argument is a woman-enslaving misogynist. Sure, some of them would love for you to have a collar around your neck and your hands tied behind your back. And that’s totally okay if you’re into that too, you kinky freaks. But there’s also a great portion of people (not just men) who make the “nice guy” argument who are not sexist. They don’t all think they’re entitled to your heart, body, and soul. Making sweeping accusations and painting the entire argument as inherent misogyny is nothing more than a defense mechanism. I know you hate to hear it, but it’s the truth. People very often cry racism or homophobia or sexism simply because they want to blame someone else for how much they, themselves, suck. Sure, nice guys don’t always make the cut. But is there ever, EVER a situation in which a truly, genuinely nice guy is not as good as an asshole to doesn’t pay attention to you, who only ever wants to hang out with his buddies and gets wasted, who beats you every now and again? No. And yet, so many people (men and women) date assholes. And in my experience, it truly is more often a girl dating an asshole guy than a guy dating an asshole girl (and of course, if you’re both assholes you just deserve each other). People date losers because they think they’re mysterious, because they think they’re spontaneous, because they never know what to expect. They have an idiotic fetish for the bad boy, regardless of the drawbacks to dating him. They’re so blind when it comes to relationships, and have such low self-esteem, that they’ll date the first rough and tough looking guy who calls them pretty. I’m talking to YOU ladies, the vast majority of you girls I know who are reading this. And in most cases, that man is the misogynist. That man is the one who thinks he’s entitled to you. That man is the one with no prospects and no real talents. His most interesting story involves puffing a blunt or curb stompin a nigga. But will you ever admit that? Nope. Because you’re a woman, a strong, independent woman! And any decision you make must be right! Right!? Sure, he may be a fixer-upper, but you can fix any man! Right!? Wrong, you dumb bitch. But oh, you do so want to be right. And as such, in your own mind, any person on earth who questions your decision to date a scumbag is automatically sexist and a proponent of rape culture. Once again, a defense mechanism. So even when someone is just trying to say, “Listen ladies, don’t be stupid. Why would you ever pick an asshole over someone who followed the guidelines of basic human decency.” you jump to the defensive because “I do what I want! #yolo.” You throw over the “nice guy” even if he has a lot more to offer than just being nice. You date simply to quell your low self-esteem. You are foolish enough to think that someone else can complete you and give you the confidence that you’ve always lacked. And that’s the problem with dating in the modern age, both for men and women. 98% of you are nothing but superficial assholes. And you’ll go to any length available to defend your superficial asshole behavior and your superficial asshole choices.
So that’s why I can’t take sides on this argument. It’s an idiotic argument. Of course no one is entitled to another person, and of course you shouldn’t be so stupid as to date a simple-minded jerk. How much easier could it possibly be? But oh, you fine ladies and gentlemen of faces find a way to make it complicated nonetheless. How ironic that simple-mindedness breeds complex situations. The bottom line of the entire issue is that most of you really shouldn’t be dating. You’re far too young in your mind, far too fickle, far too given to little whims of emotion, most often out of an idiotic need for attention. And you all wonder why your flings only last three weeks before you “get your heart broken.” Everyone, I beseech you…get it together.
"We’re all of the same breed. We long most for that which we deny ourselves."
"The winner isn’t the smartest. It’s the one who plays the smartest Game."