EVER NOTICE

that the people who have screwed up the worst are the most apt to proclaim that "everything happens for a reason," as if their misfortune was preordained and executed by higher powers?

And send them back where they came from

Cliches are a pitiful lot. A lot to be pitied. They have a lot to be pitied over. Semantics semantics semantics.

I started a sentence proclaiming that cliches are worse than satan, but that downplays the issue.  See, satan made a choice. He thought the way that heaven was being run was pretty lame, so he went off to form a brand new empire. It worked.  Until it started getting a bad rep from the 'ole apostles.  Is it really his fault that the "bad"(up for debate) people go there? Did he really get to decide that? We never hear the full story. I bet god raped his girlfriend or something.  Past being a backstabber, god was not the most open minded deity either. Oh, wait, you questioned one of his flock? Too bad sir, your town is fucked. Meteors, fire, unicorns; god was a mean guy. Actually, he more closely resembles a girl in this capacity. So, god is likely a betrayer, definitely a murderer, and a fascist fuck intent on the full and complete domination of the heavens. 

What a bitch.

Cliches though. They are to be pitied because, like satan, they did not choose the bad rep that they have garnered. Striving for a display of emotion, true emotion, pathos to shake the resolve of a stricken lover - all for nought. Let us look at "it's not you it's me." Honest, poignant, concise. Fantastic attributes.  However, these first two traits are rendered nugatory from the first in that people do not feel the full effect of cliches anymore. If I'm here trying to really explain to a girl, that "Darling, really, it's not you--" 

-- = slappage.

I am disenchanted.

Less.Self.Bad. Selfless. Good?

I think that the primary idea behind journals and diaries was to keep a record. For your self, or, if you're an esteemed scientist of sorts, maybe for others. But, really, I don't think that the primary purpose was attention. I can not see Anne Frank doing her diary, hoping she could make millions of euros off of it. Well, she couldn't, because they didn't have euros then...how dumb of an idea.

Contrast:blogs are for attention. Or the idea that what you say is worth attention. Moral qualifier: no one will admit this. Or say this.

Conclusion: There is more value in what I say than in what many other people say. I did not say think. There are plenty of people that are smarter than me, wiser than me, better typists than me. But I have something they don't. I have an obscene amount of charisma. I can communicate my ideas. 

But this is a talent that I waste. I am lazy. No, I am not.

I am my harshest critic. Many people say this, but I am honest.

I lie all the time. Not because...well, because whatever reason many people lie. I lie for the fun of it. What's that mean? I live in a small town, and it is one way that I have fun. I enjoy it.

I think on my feet very well. Quickly too. I feel that the wrong decision is ALWAYS better than no decision at all. It gets me in a lot of trouble.

I am frank. Well, my name is not frank, thankfully, but I am usually blunt about things. This too gets me in trouble.

I am tired of waiting around for things to happen.