Exhibit KD
I have been rude.
Or at least, I have been trying. The formulation of my current thoughts will ensure this part of the blog never gets posted, mostly due to the fact it will be extremely long and unnecessary. That will also ensure that I have a momentary feeling of actually posting it in a manner to introduce self discriminatory satire or what people today like to call stand-up.
A year on from the big move to Europa, Ich habe viele Sprachen gelernt. For my non-multilingual readers, I'm talking about the two additional languages now in my everyday usage-not perfect usage, but all the same-which are oh-so-important to the daily running of life here.
It is also a point in time, where I really should be focused on writing a research paper, but however I choose to write this blog post instead, because lets face it-don't we all enjoy not doing the task we are meant to do?
And yet, when fate or the universe do the same thing to us, we find that to be irritating and ununiverse/fate-like. I mean, they're not supposed to go off course, are they?
Well, they sure can-they sure can make you feel like shit when your day/week/year really needs you to feel better. They sure can induce the feeling of hatred over your fellow man/woman/bi/cis/trans, when you really should be checking what's wrong with you. They sure can make you wish you could teleport to the side of the one you think you love, only to clear that fact out as well make sure if they have the same feelings for you or not. Let's be honest though, that last one is a sucker punch in the gut and I hate that it can happen so easily even when you've been off the market for 7 years.
The universe owes you nothing. Fate owes you nothing. This is not the beginning of the depressing part of the post, but instead a simple reality check that I myself need. Does that imply this post is merely my way of letting out and being able to express what usually would seem whiny and oppressive over other social media channels? Why do you think alter-ego's exist, genius?
The universe and fate, if anything, need you to be the best versions of yourselves after all the help they've given you. I mean, you, the reader, currently, who can read this has certain privileges a lot of others don't. Again, not to be a dispiriting sport, but merely handover a logical check of the person you are becoming when you complain things aren't going your way. Well, Carol/Victor, they aren't. Can you do something about that? Yes? Then stop moping around and get to it. If not, then suck it up and look the other way. Makes the pain easier to digest (It doesn't).
Oh, and I get that you understand that this is merely KD's version of moping around on the internet. But what you missed is that if this post is ever published, it will still be a piece of art (yes, blog writing is an art) that can be vindicated as such and not called a vanity post. Why? Because you're in my universe right now, sweetums. And that means my words are nothing but gospel.
<I did say, I have been trying to be rude>
Or at least, I have been trying. The formulation of my current thoughts will ensure this part of the blog never gets posted, mostly due to the fact it will be extremely long and unnecessary. That will also ensure that I have a momentary feeling of actually posting it in a manner to introduce self discriminatory satire or what people today like to call stand-up.
A year on from the big move to Europa, Ich habe viele Sprachen gelernt. For my non-multilingual readers, I'm talking about the two additional languages now in my everyday usage-not perfect usage, but all the same-which are oh-so-important to the daily running of life here.
It is also a point in time, where I really should be focused on writing a research paper, but however I choose to write this blog post instead, because lets face it-don't we all enjoy not doing the task we are meant to do?
And yet, when fate or the universe do the same thing to us, we find that to be irritating and ununiverse/fate-like. I mean, they're not supposed to go off course, are they?
Well, they sure can-they sure can make you feel like shit when your day/week/year really needs you to feel better. They sure can induce the feeling of hatred over your fellow man/woman/bi/cis/trans, when you really should be checking what's wrong with you. They sure can make you wish you could teleport to the side of the one you think you love, only to clear that fact out as well make sure if they have the same feelings for you or not. Let's be honest though, that last one is a sucker punch in the gut and I hate that it can happen so easily even when you've been off the market for 7 years.
The universe owes you nothing. Fate owes you nothing. This is not the beginning of the depressing part of the post, but instead a simple reality check that I myself need. Does that imply this post is merely my way of letting out and being able to express what usually would seem whiny and oppressive over other social media channels? Why do you think alter-ego's exist, genius?
The universe and fate, if anything, need you to be the best versions of yourselves after all the help they've given you. I mean, you, the reader, currently, who can read this has certain privileges a lot of others don't. Again, not to be a dispiriting sport, but merely handover a logical check of the person you are becoming when you complain things aren't going your way. Well, Carol/Victor, they aren't. Can you do something about that? Yes? Then stop moping around and get to it. If not, then suck it up and look the other way. Makes the pain easier to digest (It doesn't).
Oh, and I get that you understand that this is merely KD's version of moping around on the internet. But what you missed is that if this post is ever published, it will still be a piece of art (yes, blog writing is an art) that can be vindicated as such and not called a vanity post. Why? Because you're in my universe right now, sweetums. And that means my words are nothing but gospel.
<I did say, I have been trying to be rude>
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