Monday, June 13, 2011

Life of Lies (Venting on Family)

 As crazy as my life is there is one part of life that utterly confuses me to no end, lying.
 I know we all do it, and I'm no exception, but have you ever realized that the thing that makes a lie "bad" all depends on who is the "position of power"?  You know you tell the cops that the ounce of weed they find in your car isn't yours they consider that  "giving false information", but they lie to you about some fictitious shit they "found" in your car that is perfectly ok. Really?
 The reason I bring this up is the fact that recently things have become harder at home do to lying that has been taking place (though really it's been happening all my life), and I'm finally getting sick of it. I guess I should fill you in on some things.
Recently, I've been living with my mother, not because I want to but things went to hell in hand basket after living on my own for a little over a year, and I ended up back at home. My mother is also notorious when it comes to her image, and she would rather I lie about how I feel about her, her friends, or my family.
 I know that people say "you reap what you sow", but what kinda person, let alone a mother who puts down her son about himself, and yet when is faced with the facts of the shit she has done, stuff that I remember, and tells you either, "I never said that to you." or "that's not what i ment.", and just back pedals to make it look better for herself, and you like an idiot, how then can you expect him to do anything with his life?
 I think that the worst thing you can do isn't to lie to other people, it's to lie to yourself, and not the little lies we tell ourselves throughout the day like "if I eat this entire pizza and drink a diet coke I'll be ok on calories." it's the lies about your actual character are the absolute worst, and with this in mind let tell a few things about myself, (just a few as it will take forever, and some haven't happened). I am/have done:
  • I'm a 23 year old high-functioning autistic, a writer, and for the most part a nice person.
  • I have an addiction to sex, and alcohol (for the sex thing in all it's forms)
  • I dislike and or hate most of my family (except for a few)
  • I've been in a psych ward
  • and I have a soft spot for broken women

 Well, I feel better, now off to write for my story blog I'll be starting up in a few days. sorry for the rant just trying to clear my mind of all the stuff blocking my writing juices.

                                                                                      Live well, and be Good,
                                                                                      Antidepressant Angel