Anger, hurt, resentment…

Today I had an argument.

Question: Is a lie any less painful when you find you’ve been lied to months after the lie?

Does it still make sense to be hurt, to feel resentful, to be angry? Even when the real truth isn’t painful, when the real truth would have been simple and nonobjective, yet the person who lied felt they needed to? felt they couldn’t trust you?

I think so, I don’t think it matters that things may have changed, that life moves on. A lie bread of lack of trust still hurts.

I’m not angry. I’m hurt. That makes it worse.

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Peeling back layers

Hello Everyone,

I’ve been thinking for quite a while about creating a blog for myself. I’m not sure what this space will become. Will it be a space to talk and to express? Will I shut it down in two weeks? I don’t know. I do know it’s something that has been on my mind lately, if for no other reason than I like to talk, and I like to feel like I have something to say. My perspective is weird, or at least I think it is, and maybe that’s why I sometimes think I need to talk, to just put it out there, see if anything becomes of it.

I’ve never really been a journaler. Well, I was once, in middle school. There’s a long story there, but suffice to say, it was a hard time, and I found solice in writing, in putting it all down. As soon as it was on the page it was no longer a part of me, well, it was, but I could be more objective about it, or at least I felt I could. So, maybe I’m here to seek objectivity. No, probably not, that doesn’t seem like a great reason to start a blog.

If anyone is wondering, and doubtless you aren’t, but I’ll say what I want because this is my space damn it, the photo in the header is one I took myself a few years ago on an evening walk through Kensington Gardens.

I don’t know what this place will become, but hopefully it will become something good. We’ll see.

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