Fuck Good Time People...
Hey there, When I interact with people, I don't sweat the small stuff. I look instead to the character defining traits that are enough for me to deem a person a friend or a foe. It's true, isn't it, that honor and duty have been depleted in this world. Only a few still have these old-fashioned values that remind us that we are all part of one species. The rest just remind you that you are alone and they don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves. In the meantime, you care for such ingrates! The reason why I am thinking about this is that, for the last two days, I have literally been bed ridden from pain, most of it physical, and a little mental. I had to order pizza for breakfast yesterday because I couldn't stand in the kitchen for long. The people I was having a good time have chosen to ignore this about me. I am alone in it. But, when the good times were rolling, it was all partners in crime, having laughs and what I thought meant more than just good time...