It's been a while, but I hope you don't think I've stopped loving you, my invisible reader(s). It's been a very... interesting past couple months. A lot of fantasticalable and horrificable things have happened. Probably none of which you will ever know. Mwahahaha. I felt a sudden urge today to revive my lost blog (because facebook updates are never enough).First, I must semi-anonymously give praise to a couple guests that have come to Seaside Home. Lost Boys, no matter what they say, you are sweet and adorable and it's okay to have fun, even at the expense of the other guests' comfort. Mother that was at table six; I have immense respect for how you deal with your children and keep a good, happy and easy-going attitude all the time. Stanley, if we were an authorised beer distributor, I promise I would give you a free Budweiser. Father at table one, your high tolerance for vomiting children is astounding and praise worthy. Creepy Old Man, please stay away from Lisa. And to all you trouble makers and annoying people; keep going, you make me look good.
Now I feel like I need to say something really insightful to make this post worth it. Here goes....
Stuff/life can get complicated. Actually, it usually is. And a lot of the time, you can't say anything about it. Or maybe that's just me. But I'll assume it's everyone, or at least that it applies to some other being in the world. When you're in that kind of situation when you're like: "You think that's bad? Wait till you hear MY story," think about what it's actually like for the other person. If they haven't experienced worse, then what they do have experience in is bad relative to themselves. They don't mean to belittle your problems, they just don't know of them, and often times, they don't acknowledge the fact that they could exist in the first place. It's kind of cold and selfish of them, but not everyone is as empathetic and has a desire to hear other people's problems... I hope I'm not losing you here. It's all stream of consciousness. I think my paranoia is showing. *covers self with towel*
When I run into that kind of situation, I end up holding a grudge about it. I still remember a pathetic little conversation about lizards that I couldn't participate in for unknown reasons, even though I had the most to contribute since I was the only one who had ever owned a lizard (gecko), let alone seen four die, smell their stench/see meal worms crawl out of their stomachs/bury them. It's an annoying thing and it makes you (well, me) feel like people don't care. But if they didn't know, then that snake was as close a guess as was possible and sensible. *overly dramatic sigh* I'm learning to recognise my own irrationality and forgive people for the things they didn't do wrong. Yay for meh!
I have no idea if that's a normal amount for a post or not, but I drank two iced coffees in the past hour and really need to pee. Thanks for reading Mom, imaginary friends and any real people that might stumble upon this and find it interesting enough to get this far.
I bid ye all adieu!
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