Mar 15 2009
In the world full of swordsmen, I want to own a shotgun.
Such is life as I know it.
I cannot help but, express a great amount of disdain for pseudo “community” blogging network sites, where the only community you truly receive, is the large quantity of almost parasitic fans. Many of which as the masses of people that cannot think for themselves and instead base their lives solely on your opinion until your own fame dies and they move on, to suck the life from your blogging usurper. The next internet phenomenon.
Though, falling for an internet scam, which due to the circumstances and all the excuses one can make, seemed a bit legitimate, what should one expect from a large network of people who have mostly undergone or confronted the same thing?
We’re all travelers on some road of life, crossing paths and swords while others hide and run away. Only the truly bold find the will to move on when mortally wounded. The will to live and overcome adversity, while others decide it is better off to live as if they were dead. All of this, is relative in a sense.
And who am I to judge? Well good sirs and mams, I am not but your humble, good Samaritan looking for a nickel and a loaf of bread in turn for my own services that I may be able to offer you. Really, there’s no scam involved.
I suppose when my mom says “Everyone isn’t as honest as you,” she means it. We can’t trust today’s society like societies past, though I do not know how much trust existed back then, I sure as hell know living in the United States ain’t like living in Canada. I’ll be dammed if I leave my door open longer than 2 minutes after I enter the house, which maybe where our problems lie in this culture, this society, this world, the dangerous roller coaster ride which doesn’t even have a complete track and yet, you’re the beta tester. Good Luck buddy, that’s what they all say.
They don’t say “Oh well, here take this,” or “I’ll see what I can do,” or “I know a guy that can help.” Heck no, it’s as if we owe it to ourselves to be selfish, and reaching out for help is against the social code. The unspoken rule that says “If you need help, you’re a weakling.” I would know, I used to follow it.
Maybe it’s the bonds you make, those you’ve broken or the ones you have yet to experience that aid you, when you need aid, or hinder you in the same predicament. Perhaps it is the idea that “when chasing a dream, one can get caught in the trap of reality” since things are always “too good to be true.” But have you ever tried to grab the bull by the horns and thrown it to the side of the road?
Are you afraid of failure?
Are you incapable of standing up again?
What is it that leave s you so perplexed and unable to open up and say “it may be dangerous out there, take this with you,” to someone you call a “friend.” Maybe friends don’t exist. Like your idea of a higher being, some are real, others are not. I mean, if you cannot read your friends mind or see the actual, physical link of “friendship” what’s there to believe in? Words? Feelings? Well people hear the word of God and feel supernatural presences? What separates that from your bonds with others?
NOTHING.
Nothing but your biased opinions and beliefs that clash with the cycle of life and all that has made things possible in the name of “coincidence.”
So when I say this: (whatever it is)
Know I’m being sincere. But what do you care? You would rather believe I am another digital personality, out to get your money, and leave you in shambles like I am, right?
No, no, make the excuse, economic crisis, you don’t have money yourself, yes fine, well dandy, peachy keen. Some of you aren’t like everyone else, some of you don’t carry a sword, but rather, another weapon that you use to fight off the same problems like I.
Well, in this world of swordsman, I want to carry a shotgun. Just so I can hit multiple targets at once.
