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I've noticed how easily it seems some people blur the lines between fantasy and reality to the point that they can no longer distinguish the two.
It happens a lot with addicts that think their behavior doesn't affect anyone else. It happens with compulsive liars who think bending the truth is perfectly harmless. It happens with jealous people who can't stop chasing someone that threw them away long ago. It happens with STALKERS (yep, I said it) that can't accept that a relationship is OVER. And it happens here. In this place where people let real life and online fun get so intertwined that they forget to go out to a real bar, grab a real drink, and hang out with real friends.
Over the last few weeks, in New Orleans, we had Mardi Gras. I spent my time with the best people getting a little more than wasted because, well, drinking + no eating = the real definition of FUBAR! But, like always, we did it BIG and in style. No one went to jail (except my sister AGAIN) and no one got hurt. I've spent a lot more time on Bourbon Street than I'd care to admit, but I had so much fun with my girls. Since I've moved about 50 miles away from them back to the Southshore (grab a map and figure it out) I only get to see them about every other weekend, but I get called, text, and harassed until I make my way back out there and spend some time with them. It's because they miss me. They miss the company, the comedy, and the shenanigans that is inevitable when we all get together.
The point of that is to remind you that there are REAL PEOPLE out there that have real relationships with other real people and that most of us normal people do indeed have better things to do that deal with your make-believe little world that you can't even control. If you can't control your own world, what makes you think you can control someone else's? You need to UNPLUG, step back and really figure out just how much you are just a pawn. And you know what happens to all those pawns? They get sacrificed. In life's great big chess match, you are an insignificant player trying to match up against a Queen. Sadly, you will always lose.
I want to make a point that everyone should already know, but some apparently don't, there are real friends on fubar, and fubar friends. You might think you are more to someone than you actually are, and in most cases that is probably true. There are those that you share everything with. That's the one you NEVER fight with because it would be catastrophic to both your lives. Those are your REAL friends. There's some you share a hello and passing conversation with now and then. Those are your acquaintances. You should know the difference. Don't think that you will be able to manipulate real friendships. Real friends communicate regularly and can easily determine just how full of crap you are.
Remember, you are only important if you leave a lasting imprint on the lives you touch. Acquaintances scratch the surface, whereas real friendships are etched into the soul. And the impression you leave should make the person smile when they think about you.
To those who are tattooed on my soul, I love you all. You know who you are. To those who think they have the power to cut me, try, try again. You haven't even broken the skin.
That's enough for now.
