I don't suffer fools well. Granted all people make judgments on that which is gained through first sight and contact. But those who would surmise an entire person's character from a single spoken word are just asking for life to kick them in the arss.
The longer I live the more I see life as a comedic tragedy. When distanced from the pain it is almost funny how badly most things work out, and sometimes funny how the things that work well come to be. At other times, when caught up in the storm, all I see is pain, and all I feel is heartache.
So many suspicions, so many contingencies, so much that is unknown. It really is too bad that people don't talk any more. Worse so that when they do omission is chosen over truth more often than not. Going back to my idea of ironic self-destructive protection, or simply just disrespect.
Which reminds me, who was the fool who decided "what you don't know can't hurt you" because that is a terrible lie and in general a bad policy.
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