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For those of you who actually read this thing...if you are smart, you will take my words for what they are and acknowledge that sometimes I play devil's advocate.  

What I write is a stream of emotion, logic, and idealistic pretense...and all three are battling for the top spot.  

Stop Whining They Say

So I called my friend today and she told me to stop whining.  And that she had never heard me like this before.  And I started to think. 

Why are these things bugging me so much?

I’ve always prided myself in being the logical thinker and problem solving things, especially before they escalate.  I’ve always convinced myself there is a logical solution for everything.  Problem is people are not logical, situations become illogical, and somethings just make absolutely no sense.  What are you supposed to do in a world like that? Suck it up? Fight it out to your death? Adapt?

Ask me and I’d tell you I’m confused.  I’m a very you-shape-your-own-destiny kind of person.  To be in a helpless state is the ultimate challenge, the ultimate of the ultimate—it’s bloody knuckles and gritting teeth for a person like me.   Where does all this anger come from?  Perhaps I’m too driven of a person, to accept defeat.  Perhaps there is too much inside of me telling me I’m right.  But these are all just a perhaps.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they say the difficult things in life shape character.  Some things are just not meant to shape anything.  They just shouldn’t exist.  Try that for a perhaps.