My insecurities run I shared words that have broken down my disdain for using words only in the written form of communication. When one speaks face to face they see your facial expressions and even hear your tone. And the written word is dangerous because you often are left to your own empty understanding of the words.
I often wonder if those closest too me could ever truly let me be me. That is complex. I am complex. Being that I love channeling all facets of myself. Whether that is the sensitive, bold quiet shy outgoing moody way that I am. I'm a man and not ashamed or uncomfortable changing my mind dropping a "fuck off" and then turning around and saying hello. Because they all represent who I am.
Some can't deal with that. But I've been cursed at so much in my life that I very rarely take it to heart. I take it as this person is going through something so I'll listen. I guess it comes with the career. parents get upset allot about their children and I can listen to their rant and i deal with some pretty hard kids who decide to take it out on me. And I am prone to piss people off inadvertently or even on purpose from time to time.
But it's the "elect" as my brother says that will stay close and push through the bullshit that is my facade and stay with me through the thick and the very thin.
But there are those in my life who get this and are scarred from ye merry go round of my emotions. Yet I beg to ask ye question: "don't all of our emotions go round and round?" we aren't as progressive as we seem. We are maturing species that at times still emote no differently than when we were young. We may be able to control it more but nonetheless I suspect there are more similarities than differences
I love because I hate, I understand only because I don't know. I have Possible Wishes that aren't really Possible and aren't really Wishes.
It's Me and I'm okay with that are you? #KanyeShrug.
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