Today, I have the belief, that I as a chill and cool person, was chill and cool to some newly introduced people tonight. This one guy, Dylan, was incapable to accept me. Sure, you can't make a friendship in a day at times, but surely you can't make an enemy either. Nearing the end of the night, he ended up dissing my tattoo, and my stretchers. He ended up dissing the things which I had identified myself without defense. It was unexpected, and sort of uncalled for, but I am unable to warrant his own behavior. Surely, he must have had his own intuitions about me, of which I was unaware.
I decided it was my time to walk on home. It would've taken one hour and fifteen minutes, consolidating in my head, what went wrong; friends were with me though. Kind and sensitive the pair of them - definitively beneficial. At least my voice in the end was heard to the people most willing to hear it.
I was not out of line. I slightly became defensive, as he was starting to degrade my appearance, by assuming his own pychological history, of course, he was in encore to this - encouraging his friends to support his 'bring it on' attitude. In the end I said, "you're fine". I needn't do anything more. I went to the people which I intentionally was there to see, and bid them farewell, I would be going.
Saying goodbye to them, I as well bid farewell to Dylan, and his fellow friends. "Dylan, even though we couldn't make ends meet, it was nice to have met you."
I understand I have a craziness inside, but I damn near well deserving of applause was above him - in my own recount.
So me and this couple, Raine & Adam, walked along home - more than half way they kept me company. Of course they must be home now, with the little bit I left with them inside, which supports my actions, and defends me - as they walk in and must see Dylan, in the night, and then in the morning - knowing that he ... did the wrong, essentially.
It calms me, and gives me a little bit of practice, to know that not everyone in this world must agree with me. Hell, I mightn't even be right in this world- but at least in my own universe, I am self-justified.
I ran home, the remaining 3 kilometres- tossing my remaining pack of cigarrettes in some bush. Maybe some one will pick it up in the morning, and smoke them themselves - as I once had with a pack of cigarettes.
One of the things, I am most proud of, is myself. Perseverance, is quite a beautiful meaning. To overcome, to not surrender, to establish yourself over an immeasurable amount of obstacles. I am 20 today, a little bit in a long life I wish to serve.
Perseverance, I hope to inspire anyone to attempt at succeeding their own life's pre-mental-determinations. To defeat any emotional boundaries, and to maybe, share it with others.
Damn I'm good. And at least I might think I am. After all,
I will always be with myself in this life.
I will always be here with myself, in this life.
Might as well do it right.
Thanks,
Kim
