Like a troll with good PR department
One year and I'm still here. I mean in/with this blog. George tried to get me off track of course, more than once.
I guess he didn't want me to learn all his tricks.
No tricks. I'm just the voice of reason.
By now I think that you even believe that yourself.
Learnt thought patterns and survival strategies. Not trying for not failing for not hurting.
Is this it then, do you agree with me? Do you accept my knowledge after all the fighting?
No. Your answers might have been right at some point in the past. But the questions have changed. I need new answers for new questions. All you're trying to do is twist my perception to only see the old.
Instead of challenging the facts, you try to control the conversation, blow up some points, drop others.
Semantics again. Hiding behind words?
George, my stream of thoughts is basically like a web forum. And you, dear old friend, are its troll.
So I guess this means open rebellion. Not feeding you but instead using my own eyes for the “here and now”.
"You can call me irrelevant, insignificant You can try to make me small I'll be your heretic, you f*cking hypocrite" [P!nk - Irrelevant]
Like a very persuasive fortune teller (or a fortune cookie), you tell me what I expect to hear and what keeps me waiting for the next nugget of prophecy.
All the time I could waste like this.
“Don't talk to yourself in a way you wouldn't talk to a close friend.”
I encourage my close friends. I recognise their fears and want them to see a path through their fog, to get them to set sail. I have no interest in keeping them floating in dark waters.
Why am I doing it then to myself?
If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?
Again, very good PR department – campaign poster level – but absolutely not the point. We all claim that we want to be better than ourselves from yesterday. Why should we then rely without second thought on the answers from yesterday?
It's this second thought that makes the difference (and has in all my posts): Throw your outdated answers my way, I will check if they hold true – as I did over the course of this year. Improving means modification of what was.
Are we friends, then? Calling a truce and moving on? Together?
I fear I can't call us friends just yet. Remember how it started:
“Don't talk to yourself in a way you wouldn't talk to a close friend.”
As long as you talk to me like this... I keep you at an arm's reach.
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