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[catelin]

Here's the deal. Life is hard. I respect people who deal with their shit straight up with a minimum of nonsense. Not that nonsense isn't wonderful. It should be a big part of almost every day, but the nonsense should be just that--nonsense--silliness, giddiness, slaphaphapfuckinhapiness! What gets on my tits, though, is when people deal with their serious shit in a nonsensical way. Life is serious business. Your obligations to others mean something. Your obligations to yourself mean something. They are not window dressing. They are not background. They are it. The way you fulfill them is your life. And when you fail, you fail. You fail yourself and you fail us all. It's not a game or a story, no matter how many pills, powders, or potions you ingest or invent to make it seem otherwise. So this is a message from me to you, on behalf of the rest of the world that is actually NOT revolving around you, to wake the fuck up and deal with your hard fucking messy exhausting life like a grownup!!!!

Consider this a general message with specific intent. If you think it applies to you, it probably does.

And to those of you who do manage to crawl through the tough places every day, and find joy enough to weave into the universe in spite of the hardness of it, I salute you...I love you and I am honored to know you. You know who you are and so do we all.

Whew. I feel better now. Thanks.

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[thepetey.livejournal.com]

The insecure part of me took the former part of this onto myself, and it got me thinking. I thought my way through to being the latter part. Shit may get dumped on my shoulders, I may make glaring mistakes, but I always come out ahead and stronger. It is one of the things I am proud of about myself.

Thanks for posting this - no matter what your reasons were. It helped bolster me up in one of the seemingly down times.