Saturday, September 29, 2018

Dear Lance

I know that what I write has a limited audience.  I am honest.  Most people are not.  I accept the reality of my life and my choices.  Most people want to believe in a certain version of themselves.  (Generally a self-inflated version)

It's cool.  We shouldn't be judging each other,  even though that's what happens every day, all the time. 

Here's the thing:  we all have certain people who are important in our lives.  For some of us (me), those people are very far and few between.  So when someone I care about wants to talk to me about something, I listen.  Even when I don't want to.  Because that's what love is about:  shutting the fuck up for a minute while someone you respect is talking.  Even if you don't agree.  Even when what that person is saying doesn't vibe with your belief system. 

People always say that life is short, but I truly believe that I'm a fucking highlander or something, because I feel like this life is interminable.  The bullshit I have to endure from both my own brain and then from other people's jaded version of reality is unnecessary.  Sometimes days feel like years, and moments drag on forever. 

If you love someone, listen.  If you care, empathize.  If you respect someone, due diligence requires more than simply showing up.

I don't know you.  I never will.   And if your wife is smart (as I know she is) she won't read this to you.  But I have her back, even if you don't.  I know what it feels like to be marginalized and gas-lighted and made to feel inadequate and/or manipulable. 

Stop it. 

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