Expert textpert choking smokers, don't you think the joker laughs at you? See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how the snide... I'm crying...
I was listening to that this morning.
I think I want to save people from themselves too much sometimes. I care too much about people. What do I do when I find a drunken friend who has apparently fallen and cut themselves, who must have pissed off the people they were with so badly they got abandoned, wandered away, and showed up where I happen to be?
Well, friends... I take care of that person. I have done it times before, I'll do it times again. I don't resent it or become aggravated by it. I am seldom in such situations but I would hope that if I was, that someone like me would be around to help.
Maybe its karma. I don't think its actually sunk into his head yet how lucky he was I was there... he could have ended up with some strange person... He could have hit on some lady and gotten into some world of trouble. Instead his friend took care of him and he's sitting there wondering exactly what the hell he did to himself.
Someday I may not be there. Someday I may tire of these antics and abandon one of them myself. Some day I might have a life outside of getting drinks after covering someone's shift at the restaurant and going into a bar to say hi to a friend who's working. Someday I might not be there, will they notice? Any of them?
Probably.
They'll either get their shit together, all of them, or they'll grow stagnant and repeat the same behaviors over and over. If they end up doing the latter, some other soul with a heart of gold will step into my shoes and take care of them.
Because by then I'll be long gone.
I think they're here to teach me something. I don't often tap into my gooey center and my instinctual nature. It reminds me sometimes why I like who I am so much. Yes, lots of people think I'm a pushover. I do hold my ground but only if I deem it worthwhile. But I will always help someone.
One of these friends mothers whom I work with/for said that I've got something different than the guys she sees me hanging around with, the ones she knows. She says I have some semblance of responsibility. I take care of things I need to take care of. I do what is expected of me and squeeze my partying/drinking into times that are convenient and outside of time when I am expected to be somewhere or have to get up in the morning.
You know I love those guys... they're lucky I'm around sometimes... but I can't be there forever.
In other news, I have yet to run into someone who gets my heart all aflutter recently. Its too bad. He's another one of those emotionally stunted cases, knows what he feels but is too chicken/stubborn/stuck in his ways to do anything about it.
See, I just don't sit around waiting for these people to figure it out.
In that vein, more lyrics:
It's not what you thought, when you first began it. You got what you want, now you can hardly stand it though, by now you know it's not going to stop... 'Til you wise up.
You're sure there's a cure, and you have finally found it. You think one drink will shrink you 'til you're underground and living down...
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I definitely agree with the "needing a change of scenery" sentiment. It would probably be good to met new people, see new scenery and get away from the bars and the people who frequent them. Too much energy has gone into babysitting. Let them get their shit together themselves.
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