WTF am I supposed to do? I have to live my life for me, as much as I appreciate whoeveryouare, & whatever role you play in my life; I live my life for me.
I make the decision to change my life to benefit me. Not to benefit or disadvantage anyone else.
I changed the situation & conditions of my life because those situations & conditions no longer suited Me; NOT so that my boyfriend would have a traveling partner/tag-along-fuck-puppet; NOT so that several people would no longer be able to contact me; NOT because I want my mothers opinion on everything I do/say/see/think; but BECAUSE I had debts to pay off; I was really sick and tired of living in the same city, I had been living in the same city for 10 years, working/not-working the same bullshit jobs, racking up bills; I was continually meeting up with & associating with the same old collective of bullshit artists, assholes, bores, bitches & closed/narrow minded fools, and Frankly
I needed to get away from it.
I needed change. A change of scenery, a change of work industry, a change of people, a change of my own attitude.
Essentially, whilst living in Brisbane, I realised that I was turning into That Which I Hated.
I could not let that happen.
My decision to change my life did not take into account any possible benefits/disadvantages for my friends. That may sound selfish – But I refused, and still Refuse to remain unhappy with Who I Am, to suit Someone Else. This was because I was in a position where I had to do what was best for me. Though, at the same time, I’m sorry if anyone out there was/is disadvantaged by it all.
It’s quite simple. I’ve changed the things I didn’t like about my life. I’m Happy. Please be happy for me.
(note to Brisbane-based people who read this: It’s probably not you I’m talking about. Daniel, definitely not you.)
*chuckles* Lisa, honey, just breathe girl, breathe!
(and thanks for the noted exclusion, I wasn’t getting worried there for a moment)
~Niv
I’m breathing… and no prob. I knew you knew but I thought I’d better say. I’m used to people getting worried about every word I utter. (Somehow, this feels like “She said that he said that I said that she said that he said that I said…..”).
That reminds me. I need to call you..
If you “need” to call me, chances are you’ll enter the world of “uncontactable Daniel” – because as we all know, when you want something of someone, you never get it. Or, at the very least, it’s nigh on impossible.
Hope that brightens your day 😉
s’ok dearie. i dont hold it against you. hopefully your life on the farm picking apples and harvesting grain and whatnot is better.
thank ye. and ah’m pickin’ oranges. but it is good! for some reason, i’ve come across a few people in odd places who can’t won’t don’t want to believe me.