For the Record
04/05/2006 01:19 a.m.
For the record, I do not appreciate people coming at me with curses and accusations based on things that they speculate to be about them here, on this website. This place is not for you to judge what I write like that. For all you know I could be practicing the art of living vicariously through the perspective of someone elses eyes.

You cannot, I repeat, CANNOT take everything here as fact, let alone fact about you, who ever "you" applies to right now. I in no way wish to cater my words to your whims. If I do not say a name then guess what? There is no name to go on, so assume nothing, lest you make a fool of yourself reproaching me for it. This is just my space. This is my corner in the world wide web oblivion that I like to be in. That I like to be me in. That I like to be far reaching extensions of me in.

Reading something here does not entitle you to judge it or base your idea of me in it. Pathetic.org gets the extremes of my moods and opinions more often than not and I make no apologies about it. I title my poems and pages explicit where appropriate, I dont use bad words in my titles, and move on with it.

I am highly offended when people who know me from reality, from life, assume everything they read here to be more honest then what they see from me in reality. Give me more credit than that. If I smile at you it's because I'm happy to see you, or something about you pleases me in some way as to make me smile. Deception is an exhaustive process and I try to avoid it where ever possible.

I am not dishonest here. I am merely polarized, for that day, for that moment. It more of an extreme truth than a wordy lie. It is how I am in that moment. I realize other people live moments like that too, and I realize everyone everywhere judges. If you are to judge me, judge me in your own space, on your own page, and don't call me a fake in real life because I contradict here. I'm not one single idea on a page, I have facets like the rest of you. As stated above, I make no attempt to decieve, but what you see here are a collection of snapshots, most of them taken before I've finished all the thinking I will do on the subject.

I will not necessarily notify the world on my final decision on some topic I write about. This is my journal, not a daily paper.

And if you know my face because you have laughed with it or cried with it or slept with it on your pillow or maybe all three, then you know me better than these words tell, and let that be your proof.


I am currently O.K.