The world is a dangerous place. It doesn’t have to be, but it is. All these people vying for control of something. Whether it’s themselves, their lives or others. Whether it’s money or circumstances or their reality. It’s laughable to me how tightly people hold on to the idiocies of this circus. How much they are willing to do to keep playing along. I can laugh about it; besides I am all cried out right now anyway.

Truly there seems no end to the cruelty had on this planet; dispensed like paper cups…. “Here, have some”. Everyone drinks the Kool-aid. We aren’t given much choice. But we can pull back the veil and stop pretending. We can live our authentic truths come what may.

I’ve been living in a bit of a tight noose situation these last few years and it’s amazing how many people look at me with pity or concern in their eyes and say “I wish I could help” or “I am doing all I can”. But I know deep in my heart that’s not reality talking. That’s their ego justifying their sense of self-preservation and letting them feel good about themselves.

I don’t buy it. Not one bit. But at the same time I understand. Everyone has the hills they are willing to die on. The causes they are willing to see to the end at any cost. I am no one’s hill. My situation is no one’s mountain. No one truly cares all that much. It’s fine. I’m not really asking anyone to. Such is my fate. I totally get it. We each have our own tragedies to unfold.

I learned early on that the world was a cruel place. Nothing surprises me all that much anymore. If anything, it’s kindness and the willingness of people to step up and do the right thing, and do things that truly count at any cost that brings me to my knees now. That brings tears of joy to my eyes and touches my soul deeply and shakes me to my very core.

Anyone can be cruel. That’s easy. Anyone can walk away and say “that’s not my problem”. Millions do it each and every day, every moment of their lives. But truly giving a fuck. Truly sticking your neck out. Truly making a difference. That takes balls. Big giant brass balls and that’s not most people. In fact it’s hardly anyone at all.

But we can all just keep pretending to be “good” people. Most everyone seems alright with that. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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