Look what my Flights of Fancy have Wrought

    Friends are the family you choose. Which in a sense makes your choice of friends more reflective on you than your own family. In the simplest terms, who you are seen to be is who you choose to surround yourself with. Friends can be our best first tools to learn how to be open and trust those who are not our own blood.
Those first steps into the wider world around us.
     Which may be why I am as screwed in the head as I am. I've been betrayed too many times by those I chose to trust. Find that what I have given freely to people has been spit back in my face. Each time it becomes a little more difficult to trust again. Human nature makes us withdraw to lick our wounds and heal. It seems like some wounds only fester. It takes time and effort to remove the rot and start again. And to be perfectly honest sometimes acknowledging the wound is the only way to cleanse the soul.
     This makes the friends you keep that much more important. With complete honesty I've had special people in my life that walked with me back from very dark places. Many of these people I've fallen out of touch with. But at the same time if I received a call from one that needed my help I would go because it's a debt that's owed.It comes down to the fact that the world is a cruel place that doesn't care about you at all. You have to cling to what you can. That's why we call it strength in numbers not strength in one. No matter how strong you are you are stronger with the support of those around you that want to hold you up.
     But this just may be me. This is my view of how being a friend should work. Don't get me wrong,I don't mean that all my interactions with my friends is always rosy and great. Arguments occur over slights that are perceived or real. It easy for tempers to flare when again we are talking about individuals who can sometimes spend more time together than their own families.
     It is up to you whether to trust the people you choose to call your friends. I'm not saying it's easy. What is in life?

Rant 1

     The thread that holds together all books, movies, magazines, hell even oral traditions are the same narrative thread. From heroic epic to Harry Potter the trials and pain are worth it. It gets repeated and repeated for the same reason. To give those that hear it reason to hope. That all the pain an suffering they endure will be rewarded in the end. This is a lie. This should be evident to the most simple among you. The truer ending would be that 8 of of 10 times there is no goal, no positive result. Life tends to crap on you no matter how it can. Tell the poor, the hungry, and the multitude that will die around the world as you read this that it was or is worth their pain. That what they suffer makes then better. So many in this world will grow up and accomplish nothing lasting, no legacy to leave behind and then die alone.
    This message would never be accepted as it is in our nature to believe we are the special one. Again our own reality is what makes us this way. In the end it's probably genetic. Something left over from when a lower order where that belief would help man to dominate.
    The other part is pure fear. Man is afraid of not meaning anything. That in the end we will go unremembered and uncared for by the mass of humanity. I would say it's one reason why religion is so popular. We don't need fear death when we accomplished nothing in our life as we'll go on to something better or we will come back again.
     So why bother to persevere? That's only a question you can answer for yourself. Use that answer as your armor against a world that could not care less if you win.

The Meaning of Names

     Well, I guess we'll give this a go one more time, and see how long I can continue to update this. First things first, an necessary shout out to the person who helped me decide on a name. Plus I would probably get endless amount if shit if I didn't plug his blog at least once. The Blog of Gigs. Maybe He'll get more than 2 people to read what he posts on his Batman themed page. Seriously Dan, whats with the black and yellow?
    The name if this blog was originally supposed to be Bitter. That sounded like kind of a downer but fitting for how life goes. But this was agreed to be a better title by the vastly more experienced blogger Dan. So I'll explain where this came from. We all have our own point of view, our own reality. My reality is not your reality. Your truth is not mine. It's deep I know. One of those philosophical/sociopathic views where the only real thing may be yourself.
    Oh but I ramble. I plan to have many multiple opinions, but not multiple personalities. Feel free to comment and we'll see where this goes. I'm betting nowhere, but see that's my bitter side.
Peace, Love and all that Jazz