Beast of Xvim
Joined: June 2001
|Posted: Sep. 28 2002,10:57 pm
Ok ok, I'm next in line to the frying pan ¬†
The other day I was at work wating form something to do, ¬†and at the lunch room, gathered almsot everybody that works with me at the time. I take my books often to work, so that way I can read some 'cause I don't go to my house early often. Between the crowd and the coments and the crowd and all, most of my so called friends were talking about me, about my books and about how 'freaky' I am like they said. what's going on? I asked, and one girl said that I was crazy, then other, and another and another... Me, with my everlasting humor ¬† , I asked "tell me something I don't know", they laughed and said that I must be insane by reading the things I read, wrtting the things I write and all of that, that I must be in some 'evil satanic cult' like they said by reading all that crap and wandering on cemeteries. In my mind I yelled at myself so loud that I felt almost that it was another 'me' yeeling at me in front of me, saying "how in the hell can I call these people my friends??, how can peolebe just talking so bad behind my our backs and saying those things so easy to a person like if it was a piece of metal?" . But I just laughed and they did to, and then said with a smile "at least I'm not such an ignorant how thinks it knows what's life without truly living it". The 'uuuuh' started to sound and they though I was joking or talking nonsense, or maybe was the cherry-vanilla yogurt I was eating ¬† , but they now more or less that I was kinda offended. But I really don't care, as they are really stupid, as the book I was reading that day was a D&D book, as I'm creating a campaing ¬† . Even that it's "evil" for them
I really don't care of what people think of me and of what I do, even if they don't see the fact that I teach 'forensics', wushu and I'm and engineer besides of what they see me do every day at work. Figures...
At least I still have myself
Hopw this one's good for ya Leilah
In a way, not way....
The sun, the sister | of the moon, from the south
Her right hand cast | over heaven's rim;
No knowledge she had | where her home should be,
The moon knew not | what might was his,
The stars knew not | where their stations were.