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[grindmonkeh]

How do I treat people? Have I ever been the person that I despise?

I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do?
just to have a place to put yourself?
just to have a way to get away from them?
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and
ill-at-ease inside yourself?
did you ever get invited to one of their parties?
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts?
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time.
did you think that you might be "the life of the party"?
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going?
did they mess with you?
did they single you out?
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird?
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home.
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit
vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you.

- Henry Rollins

Comments

[lunastar32.livejournal.com]

Pretty deep stuff, but I can relate to some of that. That's the really depressing part for me. However, I do wonder if I have ever done that to somone else.

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

I know a lot of people who can relate to it...perhaps those are the people who I share the most similar thoughts with. Isolation forms a unique insight on life, and I know for a fact that you can't be happy with life and the people around you until you are totally satisfied with yourself...as a single entity...as a single star emitting its own light, aware but uneffected of the waves radiated by others. I was a 'late bloomer' who didn't have many friends until I was well out of high school. Sometimes now it seems like I'm overwhelmed, but that's an awesome reflection of how I TRY treat others. I still ask myself, 'am I ever one of THEM?'...'do I ever treat the undeserving with a condescending mindset?' I catch myself passing judgement out of ignorance...I'm sure we all do. How do we atone? Perhaps by being conscious of the fact is the first step, and the rest takes care of itself.

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[lunastar32.livejournal.com]

I definately agree that being conscious is a good first step. Also if you ever ask if you are one of THEM, then you are not. The simple fact is that THEY would never ask that question in the first palce.

[pillkrazed.livejournal.com]

henry rollins overwhelms me with his words....but in a good way. it always makes me sad to think that there are bands/people who write such inane things and get greatly appreciated for it, when there are people from walks of the punk/hardcore genre that many people never even have the experience of benefitting from. but i guess that's why they aren't mainstream.....

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

Are you suggesting mass marketing media with content? HAHAHAHA. Society would have to think about it. That's no fun. Capitalism's primary objective isn't the evolution of the mind. Apparently mainstream music is popular for a reason. It's so easy to be mislead. Obey your thirst. Just do it. Who could ask for anything more?

[pillkrazed.livejournal.com]

hehehe


you know, not only did i think that by now we'd be riding in around in hovercrafts (jetson style)...but i actually thought we'd need to be using our minds a little bit more.
heh
;)