Me according to life

I was out this weekend having a rad time with friends I haven't seen in ages. Everything was going very well, until... (yes, the inevitable "until") someone chirped someone else something completely inappropriate, completely ruining the party for most, me included.

I shan't divulge the details of the chirp, but the chirp does lead me to my question... Why is it that people can't just be satisfied with what they have? Why do we as humans have the urge to mess things up for other people even though we are in own respective happy places.

Why the hell can't we just fight the urge to utter that lie to someone else, while we know what the consequences are going to be, and then turn right around to the person we lied about and offer them a shoulder to cry on when things bomb out with the person we lied to. Still with me? Good...

I live in a glass house so I'm not going to be throwing any stones, but I must say that it's one of the most annoying things in mankind today. I try to not talk about anyone behind their back to anybody. ANYBODY!

I guess I'm just tired of wondering what people are saying about me. I know that they talk, I try to not let it worry me but I just can't. For someone who supposedly doesn't give a damn about society, I sure make it sound as if all I want is their approval... Bleh!



I'm tired of having to watch what I say to people just in case they run to someone else and completely botch what I said up. I'm tired of having to restrain feelings that I want to let loose. I'm tired of the weight placed on my shoulders by those around me. I'm tired of not wanting to be happy because everything/everyone I see out there all seems to be as fake Jacob Zuma's teeth.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.