Hello again...

Yeah. It's only been, what? a few months or so? I really need new stuff to blog about, but to be quite frank and earnest, nothing's happened to me recently that warrants boring other people with. I can honestly say that I can't wait for summer to be here. (An unusual situation for me, since I find summer distasteful and boring.) But it will be wonderful to be able to relax and actually have a life. Maybe. I think I might have gone so long without one, that I may not know how to have a life anymore. (That is, if I ever knew in the first place.)

What the heck does that mean anyways, "get a life" ? Honestly, anyone with half a brain would know that if I'm not alive, they wouldn't be talking to me. Dead things can't resuscitate. And not-yet-alive things don't need to be told to get a life since they can't hear, and wouldn't have any control over whether or not they have lives. And inanimate objects don't have lives, never had lives and never will have lives, therefore making the aforementioned statement completely useless. I hate useless statements.

But not so much that I have to hate over half of everything people say. Because then I would just be ridiculous, and I would dislike everyone. (Which, contrary to popular beliefe, I don't.)

Oh, here's something! So, there was this "Rapture" thing, which I'm sure everyone has already heard about, and evidently, the world hasn't ended yet. Or, maybe it has, but we don't know it has, because... well... just because. But loads of people evidently believed it was going to happen. And clearly, some people believe in the whole 2012 End of Days thing. Unfortunately, I think science has a different opinion on some of these postulations of apocalypse. Oh well, I suppose people will have to worry about that when it gets here.
Although, it does make me think about the "end of the world". What would I do if I knew in advance that the world was for sure going to end? First of all, would I believe it? I would I be like I am now, and like loads of other people, and just write it off as jibberish? Maybe the Mayans were on to something, and science is wrong, and the Apocalypse is here. And maybe the Armageddon is coming and the world will end, but we just don't accept it. Maybe, all these natural disasters are signs and we are choosing to ignore them. I'm not trying to tug anyone in one direction or another, but I just want to point out that maybe... just maybe...

But here's the point: if the world were ending, and you knew, and you DID believe it would end just the way it was predicted to, how would you prepare? What would you do? Who would you talk to? What would you say? What would you tell the people you love? Would you tell them that everything was going to be all right even though all of you know it won't be? Or would you tell them the truth? Would you apologize for everything you regret, and for everything you didn't do that you wish you had? For all the hearts you broke and all the people you disappointed? Would you say every "I love you" you'd ever felt, because you knew that no one would reject you, or judge you and you didn't have to fear the bitter taste of unrequited love-- because no one would care, and after the morning, no one would be left to care?

Year, n.: A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.

One should rather die than betray. There is no deceit in death. It delivers exactly what it has promised. Betrayal though... Betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope. Yet it appears that all people do is betray. The world is full of secrets between two people who call themselves "friends". But friendship is a ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul. And Friendlessness is an adjective meaning: having no favors to bestow. Destitute of fortune. Addicted to the utterance of truth and common sense. Because we live as we dream. Alone. And it turns out, if you never lie there is always someone mad at you. One can always be kind to those about whom one cares nothing. Therefore, a man cannot be too careful in his choice of enemies. Friends are stupid. What purpose do they serve other than inspiring the betrayal of one another; so dramatic it would make Cassius proud...?
Lord defend me from my friends; I can account for my enemies. And in the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. And cumulatively, the silence in my life is deafening. Let that stand for the quality of the friends I had. The cruelest of lies are often told in silence. Being friendless taught me how to be a friend. Funny how that works. Between grief and nothing, I will take grief. Death before betrayal. Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.