slash and burn

ok...I feel better...This last week I have improved with energy and began to think much clearer .....funny how a little blood poisoning can dull the senses somewhat. Woooo bonus lack of bladder infection too!!

I have been formulating ideas on whether or not I am a love cretin. One who makes herself sick at the thought of having people in her space who don't make sense.....decidedly so I have fallen to the side of the argument which is negatory!!

Despite what you may think, my self analysis has reached a whole new realm of fairness for myself and others. It may not appear so because it is written here...but the fact that it is here and not in my head anymore counts for something....right??

There is also a decided lack of people in my sphere who are constantly telling me I am paranoid, a borderline personality, a bit selfperfectionary (whatever the fuck that means), that I "analise" myself into knots, that I'm lucky I wasn't bashed today (for whatever lame excuse) among other gems far too many to count from the joyous people I had myself surrounded with there for a while. As a matter of course in the last year my bullshit meter must have peaked and an autopilot stepped in to do the slash and burn. enter ------> horror movie, skyhooks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7l8rlnMpCI

The slash and burn consisted of anhilating anything to do with these kinds of people which I have described in rough form from the beginning of the blog. Those who will tell you all about themselves in diguise of telling you what kind of person you are supposed to be. There are those who will suck you dry because they are so needy they can't possibly reciprocate anything into a friendship. There are those who think to have you around because they think that if you look up to them then they must be ok (trouble is, keeping them below that threshold where they might actually start to question you). There are also the people who need you in their life more than you need them, and the only way they think to keep you there is to bully you into submission by threats both physically and mentally.

Now these kinds of people may have their uses in this world and they may indeed have human relationships that work in some spheres, but if all you are seeing is their negativity without any of the uses they may have hiding under their bushel then that is where the slash and burn can only be a positive step towards salvation. The technique is simple:

you do something to piss them off completely that is fitting for the realm of laughable irony...hahaha
give them exactly what they don't want.
Clothes in the puddle, fairly acceptable irony there -----> would have been better if the police were called into to watch the beauty of it, beggers can't be choosers.
The repossesion of the car and the handing over the muffin man boyfriend (in all fairness I did actually give the option to just pay for the bloody thing, was wishing for the outcome that the muffin man actually paid for it for her, that would give so much more ironic pleasure, still again beggers can't be choosers)
The calling in for help with crazy bogan neighbor from the kids dad with whom crazy bogan neighbor has infatuation with so she may yet just comply (as kids dad has no interest in taking up with the crazy bogan neighbor, just adds to the deliciousness)
The sheer pleasure of walking away from a muffin man who wants the world to hero worship and calling him a silly bitch and a twat, priceless!!

enter -----> I'm not your stepping stone, sex pistols

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uwqXS2bf5Y

There is a fine line between irony and just being plain vindictive I have found. I have often liked to err on the side of the higher moral ground, weather permitting. Just walking away from something that gives you the complete and utter shits is most definately the way I normally go. What happens if it just isn't enough to do the letting go and walking away??

A dear friend quoted Henry Ellis line this morning on my facebook page

"The art of living lies in the fine mingling of letting go and holding on."

to which I replied "especially in the world of living with flatulence...sorry Henry...could NOT help it :)"

and we are back.....so what happens?? Choose the most effective way to cut ties and remain calm about it....these people will never fuck with you again if they are convinced that you have a backbone to stand up to them. If you don't then read back for the last 16 posts and see what occurs. STRESS "The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it".

And back up we go to that quote up there ^ whether it be about flatulence or about letting go of negative influences and feelings.....there is always a time and place.

I will take you to a time and place.....I could provide the necessary pictorial evidence but that would just be sick...where I was accosted by the most horrendous fart bar the one I was subjected to in the new years tent (which also had bad shoe smell overtones)...I was waiting in line at the service counter to get my license photo taken. I was called up and was hit by a wall which was thick of sulphuric (?) rotting vegetable and sheep carcass hell aroma in which my body started uncontrollably started to gag and wretch. This was much to the amusement of people who were far enough away (yes a localised fart of death, from the person who stood there before me)....it took a minute for it to hit the person behind the desk and we were both of us in utter horror of the smell trying to maintain a conversation about my licence. Photo was taken and I thankfully only purchased a yearly licence. For that person who let that one rip (if indeed they are still alive) I have these words.....THAT WAS NOT THE TIME OR PLACE YOU BARSTARD!!!

Lessons learned from this exercise, I'm alright, are you?
Vindictiveness or vindication from ongoing stressful situations is always a fine line to tread.
Living life is indeed a mingling of letting go and holding on.
it's all about time and place :)