From Me To You, With Love

You know, you can be very annoying but I’m kinda fond of you. Guess you could say it’s a love/hate relationship. I love all the fun you have brought into my life; meeting a few new people who have turned out to be pretty nice, finding out new things, getting involved in new avenues of discovery; all the stuff that a relationship with another human being brings. You hate me, but that’s OK. I get it; I can be irritating too, and I don’t always go along with what you want, when you want it. A lot of people find me a bit like that, and you wouldn’t be the first one that was driven mad by it. But on some matters I wish you would lighten up a bit. The world is not filled with trolls, all out to get you, and it’s not really a them or us situation; it’s all us. We’re all human. And when you are calling others trolls, you are risking looking more like a troll yourself.

It’s pretty infuriating sometimes, and I have to write it all down, or tell people about it, to keep it straight in my head. The poison threatens to infect me, and turn me into a bitter troll sometimes. It’s hard to stay nice, and tempting to become a nasty mean old troll, but I remind myself that there are rewards for being nice, like looking in the mirror in the morning, and not hating who you are; even if you don’t look as pretty on the outside as you would wish, you know that you are beautiful on the inside, and maybe the beauty will shine out, and make other people as happy as you are yourself. There’s nothing as good as making someone smile. Maybe it’s a bit sickening, but the guy with the typewriter gets it, and lots of other people do, and that makes me feel very good about life, and living.

Anger

Nobody wants you to suffer, nobody has planned it, and it is only the truly ignorant and lost who are made happy by the suffering of others; perhaps in the short term, there’s a satisfaction, but the slow soul rot that results will eventually turn up in your eyes someday when you look in your mirror, and you will find it very hard to live with yourself.

So accept that you are not perfect; after all, others can accept themselves as they are, warts and all, so how bad can you be really? Maybe you have just set your standards too high, above the rest of us ordinary folk. You are not special, in anything but being human. And in the human spirit, I wish you love now, and happiness, even if you don’t want it from me. At least take it from yourself. Life isn’t so very long, and you deserve happiness, just as everyone does. Join the human race, and enjoy the music.
Love
Donna

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