I'd like to be able to say that there are those people who I know in my life that don't affect me in any way whatsoever. That what they say or do, what they decide, and what they plan have nothign to do with me. I'd like to say most of the time it's true. I'd like to say I just don't really care. I'd like to say is it afterall, their own lives, and they should just live and let live. But I can't. Blame this thing i have.. it's called a soul. And it won't leave me alone.
But I'd like to thank the one percent of the people that I know who decided to show ill will towards ME for trying to help out. To say things to ME or about ME when they go about their usually self-depreciative living and their own utter demise. Thank you for targeting ME and using ME as an escape and a scapegoat after I tried my best, extended my helping hand, and pulled you up from the dark.
Time for a mystified analogy. I see someone hanging over a pot of boiling oil by a rope that's about to break. She is sleeping. She doesn't know what kind of predicament she's in. I go to save her. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. The times I don't, the person wakes up just in time to see ME hanging over her with that broken rope in my hand. And then proceeds to boil in hell and blames me for everything.
So what? In the end it's my fault? I shouldn't try to be nice then? Sit back and watch her fall, and then let her contemplate in purgatory or whatever hell she ends up in about how it is that she deserved to be in her situation? Or take a chance and try to save that person from hell?
Fine. Whatever. I'd like to say one thing though to everyone who reads my blog, even the people that do not know me personally: Think about that one person who is always there for you. That one person who always knows what is best, even though you didn't ask him or her for help or even wanted it. Think about when you figured out you should have listened, but you didn't. Think about how you didn't want to acknowledge you were wrong. Think about how much you appreciated that person after the matter. Think about how that person is still there for you, knowing that you won't listen, but still there to help and assist. Think about that one person who always answers your cries of help, unspoken or not.
Now think about that person if he wasn't there.
But I'd like to thank the one percent of the people that I know who decided to show ill will towards ME for trying to help out. To say things to ME or about ME when they go about their usually self-depreciative living and their own utter demise. Thank you for targeting ME and using ME as an escape and a scapegoat after I tried my best, extended my helping hand, and pulled you up from the dark.
Time for a mystified analogy. I see someone hanging over a pot of boiling oil by a rope that's about to break. She is sleeping. She doesn't know what kind of predicament she's in. I go to save her. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. The times I don't, the person wakes up just in time to see ME hanging over her with that broken rope in my hand. And then proceeds to boil in hell and blames me for everything.
So what? In the end it's my fault? I shouldn't try to be nice then? Sit back and watch her fall, and then let her contemplate in purgatory or whatever hell she ends up in about how it is that she deserved to be in her situation? Or take a chance and try to save that person from hell?
Fine. Whatever. I'd like to say one thing though to everyone who reads my blog, even the people that do not know me personally: Think about that one person who is always there for you. That one person who always knows what is best, even though you didn't ask him or her for help or even wanted it. Think about when you figured out you should have listened, but you didn't. Think about how you didn't want to acknowledge you were wrong. Think about how much you appreciated that person after the matter. Think about how that person is still there for you, knowing that you won't listen, but still there to help and assist. Think about that one person who always answers your cries of help, unspoken or not.
Now think about that person if he wasn't there.
posted by Allen M @ 12/07/2001 10:11:00 AM
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