A Rather Black Pot

I do believe I have been quite properly humbled. I do believe that was an important lesson for me to learn.

I would like to believe that I have never been abrasively outspoken on the subject, however, if I have ever pridefully done so, I will not do so again.

There's nothing worse than a hypocrite, unless its a hypocrite who's been discovered. So, in order to avoid the accusation, I must either change my words or my actions. And since words are said to be the overflow of the heart, it seems I must either change my beliefs or my actions.

For a while I was so thoroughly tempted to change my beliefs and continue in my actions, since that seemed to be the easier course. For a while I was blinded by the surprise discovery of just how pleasant this foot in my mouth could taste.

I cannot claim an impenetrable resolve at this point, but at the very least I have regained the will to realign my life.

I will remove this foot long enough to apologize for any judgement I had so naively cast. I guess I'm not exactly who I thought I was.

What a humbling thought.

The Lion and the Zebra

This is a story about a lion who fell in love with a zebra.

Actually that's a lie.

They didn't fall in love. Love had nothing to do with it. Let's take love out of the equation. They fell into animal attraction.

When you think about it, it doesn't seem that unlikely on the part of the lion does it? I mean, lions prey on zebras all the time, so there's obviously something biologically programmed into the lion to make it want to chase after zebras. And there's all those stripes. The stripes help.

But the zebra...the zebra should have known better. The zebra would have seen the lion coming, and everything in that zebra should have been telling it to run away. But maybe this zebra didn't have an internal alarm system. Or maybe this zebra was just tired. Or maybe this zebra was curious. No matter what, the choice to stay was pretty risky. The zebra is definitely risking more in this scenario.

Let's skip ahead to the part where the zebra and the lion recognize what a ridiculous position they're in. They can't just go strolling around the savanna together, and there's nowhere they could go to make the zebra not a zebra, or the lion not a lion.

It seems that eventually they would come to an unspoken impasse. But neither party would be willing to make the ultimatum. The zebra could never ask the lion to give up eating zebras, that would just be unreasonable. And the lion would never stop the zebra from looking for a more species-appropriate mate.

So the story has a very unsatisfying ending. The world is just not ready for lions and zebras to be together. But that's okay, because truthfully the lion and zebra weren't ready either. They weren't thinking. Who could ever imagine a lion with a zebra?

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Exceeding my mistake quota

Lonely people do stupid things

Deja vu from a dream

You can't have 2 terrible, horrible, no good, really bad ideas. That's not allowed.

SURPRISE!

Dear Krista: You're dumb.

That thing my friends think is funny because that shit never happens to me

Il Falcone

The day things got wildly out of hand

The day things got wildly out of hand again

Hey Sugar

I'm preeeeetty sure I didn't learn a lesson

I am not Titanium

It was never fear.

At the very least it was never fear of anything other than myself. Fear of anything other than the distance remaining before the boundary of my strength gives way to the overwhelming depths of my weakness.

I am not someone who fears their own strength. I am someone who fears their own strength is not enough.

I am not unbendable, unbreakable, uncompromising steel. I am a sheet of hard plastic. I may seem unyielding at first, but after a few tries the stress lines will appear and then quite suddenly I'll break.

I am a piece of hard plastic that secretly wants to snap. I cannot be trusted.