The purpose of this past is for one reason only.
I can’t handle being rejected.
I tried to figure out a great metaphor to provide you with a visualization of this feeling.
I failed.
I fail often.
People think I am not aware of my shortcomings, ironically.
I find this incredulous.
My shortcomings are the only things that I am aware of, in fact. Every moment. Every day. In my sleep, every night.
I digress.
The purpose of this post is for one reason only.
To inform.
For your understanding.
It’s astoundingly obvious to me now.
I lash out at everyone and every thing that rejects me.
I spit evil at everyone and every thing that rejects me.
I want to make everyone and every thing that rejects me feel the emotional pain that I feel as a result of said rejection.
So.
If I pretend to hate(???????) you (those who raped, sexually assaulted, or otherwise abused me (and those that protect and defend them) excluded of course) —
That is me reacting to your rejection of me.
That’s all.
The end.
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🎶If you need a friend
You know in the end, I’ll always be there
But when you’re in doubt
And when you’re in danger
Take a look all around, and I’ll be there
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I’ll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
And so is your temper
You know what to do
I’m gonna always be there
Sometimes if I shout
It’s not what’s intended
These words just come out
With no gripe to bear
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I’ll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be
And if I had to walk the world, I’d make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be
And if I had to walk the world, I’d make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will🎶
— “The Promise” by Sturgill Simpson
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