Day 31/365... New posts shall hit in the afternoon now
My Fellow Inmates,
Ahh, respect, one of those things everybody wants given to them, but it's so hard to offer it to others....
And it isn't always malicious. No quite a bit of the issue is completely unintentional....
Ok, some people are assholes but what can you do...
You see, the problem in life is all humans are damaged merchandise....
What? Wait... You're not? Oh, thank you, I am so glad you are here, we are about to start a meeting of "Normal People"
...Ok, I call this meeting to order, let's please see a show of hands from all of our members that came from "Normal Families".... Good, good...
Now of that group can I see a show of hands of all those that are deluded?
Look, as human we are formed by our experiences, our successes, our failures, our joy, our pain, and yes all of our traumas...
This all forms this noxious soup of which our personas rise from. It drips from us daily, like ectoplasm being left behind on those we associate with, as we unknowingly help form the next generation of fucked up people...
Wow... That's depressing, why even bother to bring it up?
You see I was asked by a boy the other day:
...Why... Why am I like this? Why do I like rubber? Why do I like to be tied up? Why can't I be normal?
This is a very dangerous line of questioning in my opinion. Here is why, and I shall use my self as an example...
I don't like women...
I could care less about vanilla gay porn...
Random naked boy = Whatever
Random geared boy = has my attention.
How many of us have seen a piece of gear and said I must wear that as we readjusted the growing discomfort in our shorts.
Now for sake of argument, let's say that all of us are this way due to some trauma earlier in life. Dig for it, and figure it out, what if it goes away?
I don't know about you, but I love my sex life, it's exciting. So perhaps my mother forgot to change my diaper one day and that was the trigger for all of this, I don't care...
You don't have to understand everything, sometimes you just need to close your eyes and enjoy...
How's that tie in to respect that I started this with? I don't know... The med bottle is low...
... With that visiting time is over
Whatever you do, don't scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.
~Rubberasylum
