While on driver duties the other day, I happened to chance upon this article in TEENAGE magazine. [Which I would ignore because for one reason or another, reading such magazines isn't just my thing!]
I can't really remember the full sentence but it goes something like this: "keeping your diary or blog private is a good way of expressing yourself as you might end up writing for your friends and instead of yourself when your blog/diary goes public."
Maybe it's about me being too nice a guy until people start to take advantage of me.
Or maybe it's just that, something, somewhere, somehow, shit happens and I'm the fall guy. Or maybe it's just fate, pure and simple.
Or MAYBE. just, maybe. Maybe pigs can fly, maybe there's the light at the end of the tunnel, or maybe I'm just hoping for a miracle I know will never happen.
The "temptations" are there; to be the bad guy, to be the guy who couldn't care less, the guy they call a bastard and a flirt or even the epitome of evil [which strikes me as a "mild" exaggeration but what the hell.] is slowly rising in me. At the very least, I wouldn't be the one being hurt all the time, no?
And after blogging everything out, I realized something.
I can't seem to decide whether being the nice guy or the bad guy is the better choice for me.
How ah?
I need answers .. and soon.
It's been a very long while since I ever posted anything, I know.
So, a joke for a few laughs first. While I would really like to update, time constraints [plus a few angry friends] aren't making things simple. So yep. Enjoy!
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I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be
kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances
should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't
pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or
lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a
reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of
the following:
Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Salty nuts
Martini
Cold Beer
Brownies
Mexican food
French fries
Pizza
Ice cream
Twinkies
It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a
determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and
attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat
lady sing,' and call it a day!
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So, a joke for a few laughs first. While I would really like to update, time constraints [plus a few angry friends] aren't making things simple. So yep. Enjoy!
--
I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be
kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances
should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't
pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or
lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a
reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of
the following:
Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Salty nuts
Martini
Cold Beer
Brownies
Mexican food
French fries
Pizza
Ice cream
Twinkies
It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a
determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and
attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat
lady sing,' and call it a day!
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