It’s just so perfuck.
—Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
Today I am grateful for cynicism.
Don’t get me wrong,
I would love for life to be all butterflies, unicorns, love, light, forgiveness, where everyone does unto others as they would have done unto themselves, and all that stuff I was taught in Sunday school…
But let’s face it.
You disgust me.
—Eric Jarosinski, Nein: A Manifesto
I am disgusted
with people in general —
those who say one thing
then do another.
Those who promise
then don’t deliver.
Those who destroy
in the name of a cause.
Just people in general.
So much so that
I wonder if it’s worth the effort
to even try to trust.
That may seem harsh, but I am done sugar-coating words to make things seem like they are better than they truly are.
People whom I have known a long time are tired of me- my sadness. They don’t say it out loud, but the vibe is there. “It’s been almost one year- how could she still be sad?” Seriously?
Heartless bastards all.
So I have sad days- so what?
Newsflash: There will be more sad days.
This year had been one for the books. And by that, Jason meant a book that got doused in gasoline, set on fire, and kicked over a cliff.
—Katherine McIntyre, Color of a Soul
I am and always have been an honest realist. I guess not everyone can handle that. Okay then, move along.
Sometimes I don’t have answers–
I rarely know the questions.
But I do know that people and the world seen through cynical eyes seldom disappoint.
Here’s to trust only when earned,
349 XO Lisa