Confessions of a Burn Victim
Ok...time to be honest (this is not to say that I haven't been honest up to this point, it's just that I haven't gotten personal). It's time for me to spill. I've been strong; I've had to be strong for the past 9 or 10 months. I haven't asked for any hand-outs, haven't begged for someone to hold me; I haven't even complained about it. But it's time people heard what I have to say; it's time to realize that I am a human being too, rational and emotional just like everyone else.

The second point I want to make is that I am the only person who can honestly judge my actions, since I alone know my motivations and desires. Therefore, it stands to reason that I, and I alone, can call something a "mistake." Others have no right to pass judgment on me, less they be judged in return. I do not sit around with my measuring stick and see who passes my inspections of righteousness, goodness, morality, and the like. Because every person is a unique individual with unique experiences, it would be hypocritical of me to measure anyone against my standards, which obviously have evolved from my life and not theirs. In the same way, it is wrong, let me say that again, WRONG for anyone to measure me by their standards. I don't pretend to understand what they have gone through in life, and they shouldn't pretend to understand me or my circumstances either.
Lastly I would like to touch on friendship, or should I say the lack thereof. The only way we can really know a man's character is by placing him in a situation where his wants and desires are opposite to his duty as a husband, employee, or..hhmmm...friend. If he is loyal to his duty, placing his own happiness temporarily aside, then he is of good moral fider. However, if he chooses his own desires over that of his duties he is self-seeking. I understand that sometimes one must draw the line, but to have only one test of friendship and not pass is a testament to who (not what) one is really committed. It is sad to me that so many of the most intelligent, supposedly most rational college age students that attend schools of Ivy League callibur, refuse to use simple logic skills when it comes to personal relationships. It speaks volumes to what type of people they really are.
To sum this up, I have been burned, then chastised for being burned, then left because I had all the scars of a burn victim. Seems unfair? Probably because it was. I haven't said a word till now, and after this I will never say another word about it.
1 Comments:
Hi babe. I know this doesn't really relate to your post, but I thought I'd put something here anyway. Hope the scrimmage went well, and that you're having a good day! I love you.
-Fred
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