I've always prided myself on the fact that I speak whatever's on my mind. Noone else seems to like that particular quality of mine. Especially those who have been on the receiving end of my not so pleasant free speaking.
More importantly I hate those people who are so sweet on the surface and they're probably thinking "I wish someone would just kill her". They tell you stories of their childhood and then they tell the significant person in your life how terrible a person you are. In your absence of course.
One can cope with an enemy as long as he or she is before one. But how does one fight guerrilla warfare?
An enemy that attacks you when you are weakest. When you least expect it. And destroys what is most precious to you. Destroys that which is your strength.
And an enemy, who then in broad daylight claims to be your friend. If not friend, your well wisher.
These entangled human relations get to you. What do you do when your own blood turns against you?
Nobody is making a claim here that you are the most perfect individual that ever walked this earth. But you are most certainly not the worst.
In time, gradually one learns to recognise the farce that is human relations
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4 comments:
dont thy worry.
What's there to fear when an arab is near?
:)
--stoney
stonet i think thine eyes have some trouble, they seem to see be in a muddle about the identity of an absolutely indian entity
ur eyes r worse.. since my name is stoney not stonet.. thus u must now let others decide your fate.
the verdict is in -- ITS AN ARAB!!
the votes were 3:1
dearest stoney the error is a typo! my eyes don't deceive me. especially when it is an object that is dear to me. as is the case here. thine eyes and those of the others are deceiving thee
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