22nd Sept Warm

I thought the last quotation from my post was pretty true, got a lot of feedbacks from friends and people. Thus I feel philosophical and think I will modify that quote a little, from my own experience.

People do behave like garbage trucks, and they certainly do dump their shitz on other people when they couldn't find a place to dump it at. My point of view is as follows;

People indeed are garbage trucks.

However, more often then not we dump it on our close friends, be it family, relationships, or work related.

People who are close to you might be willing to take your dumps on them, and share your burden. However, not everyone is able to accept shitz all the time from you. We all must learn when to give and take, when to share our burden, and when to say no. Its a balance.

Close friends "should" open their hearts and listen, however, if people don't wish to confide in you, they might have better reasons not to. For instance, it could be that they didn't want you to worry about them. Or they simply don't care about you. Either way, don't take it personal.

Acquaintances "should not" be sharing my burden, however, if they wish to help, you should also consider to share them. No man is an island, we all need friends, and we all need to vent. Maybe, these are then really the people you should be considering as, "Close friends".

With all the bullshitz said and done, you should still follow the previous quote.
Don't accumulate your garbage, and just throw it conveniently at the next person available.


Its pretty sad to have close friends whom you think are close, to have them misunderstand you in the end. With that said and done, maybe they aren't the ones whom you should be considering as close ones then. Maybe.


P.S. Hear so many stories lately, I thought this post might be useful to open some of your clouded minds lately. Maybe with the exams so close, you start using your ass to think instead of your head.


DDOJ:

Aging Mildred was a 93 year old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband Earl. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death.
Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out Earl's old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart since it was so badly broken in the first place.

Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be.

"On a woman," the doctor said, "your heart would be just below your left breast."

Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.

Adios!