People are funny. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Our inherent capacity to not only lie to others, but lie to ourselves, is nothing short of astounding. No, seriously, it’s an astonishing capability.
It still doesn’t make it easy to be the one being lied to. Sure, I’ve had my lies, to myself and others, but that fact doesn’t change how it feels when someone betrays your trust.
Disappointment is a son of a bitch. See this entry for more on disappointment.
No, really – I just want out. Nothing can be done. There is no third chances. Never will be. It’s not the chapter that has ended, it’s the book. The hero dies in this one, it’s one of those books. I’m just looking forward to beginning the next book.
I’m going to have an adventure and no matter what happens, at the end of the day, at my eulogy, they will be able to say that I lived. Maybe nothing else, but at least I will have that.
Wow, do I need a fucking hug or what?
-G