
Did I make it sound like I live on the beach in that last post? If I did, I didn't mean to. My writing is for crap.
I don't live on the beach. The beach is a few miles form here (as the crow flies). There's a big bay, Pensacola Bay, between my neighborhood and the Island so I can sometimes see the jet trails when the Blues Angels fly... especially on a clear day ... plus... they tend to turn the jets really wide sometimes and fly almost over my hood when they are practicing or doing the air show. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The red blob in the square neighboorhood near the foot of the looong bridge is my humble hood.
so no.. I don't live on the beach. I live in a regular neighborhood. The kind with perfectly square blocks and lots of trees in an older part of town. I like it here... except for angry teenage neighbor across the street who might at any moment break into my house, steal my money and my weak non-effective pain pills, and hack me up. haha... (I laugh through my tears and fear)
I don't think I've ever seen a 17 year old that couldn't be left alone. Someone has to be with him every minute.... to baby sit him. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen. I think at his age I'd give him a little freedom and let him take the consequences for his actions. That's what I'd do if I were queen of the world. ha!
Well... life here in acville has been more than a little sucky today. I'd love to tell you about it but it's very personal and I just can't bring myself to spill my guts out here on the tooobs like I'd like. GAWD but people can really piss a person off!!!!!
Oh hell.. In a shameless attempt to get some support for my position in this thing I'll tell you this much.... I told a person something once that ONLY I could possibly know. Now I find that person doesn't accept what I said as fact. In other words... they either think I was lying to them or they pretend to think I was lying so they can get sympathy. I had to dig deep... into and through a bunch of pain to tell them anything at all. I could have very easily refused to do that. But I didn't. I spilled my guts like I won't do here and they blew it off like it was nothing. Meaningless.
I've been a mess about this all day. My first instinct was to say mean things. In a mean way. I won't do that. It's not me. I'll do nothing. I'll leave this person to live in fantasy land. I will not try to set this straight. I will not revisit that pain again. Not for someone so screwed up and/or ungrateful that I went there for them the first time.
To CB. You go ahead.... Live your life in a world created in your head so people will pity you. You know the truth. And you know I know you know the truth. I also know why you pretend it is different than how it was. If you let it be known that you accept the truth then there would be no reason for anyone to pity you. How the thought of that must suck for you. The thought of living your life without pity. It must be more than you can bare.
One question... Is it difficult to lie to yourself like that?
Yeah. Good luck with that.
Good grief.
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