Lately I've been really into old westerns and the historical mythology of the West. I think Wyatt Earp, though not necessarily my "favorite" figure of all those stories, he is the one with whom I most closely identify and the above quote pretty much explains it all... Clarissa.
But seriously, it's a perfect quote to suit me. I've always described myself as a dog in one form or another, both as a positive and a negative depending on my level of self-esteem at the time. Me, dogs and Wyatt Earp. Loyal to a fault, damn dangerous when threatened. Very damned fucking dangerous. Sigh. I can never decide if that's okay or not. It's good when I'm protecting someone, but the violent side of myself does scare me sometimes. I can do a lot more damage than even I would think and sometimes, especially if liquor is involved, it doesn't take much to set me off. I think that's what my ex means when she says I scare her sometimes (but I have never, ever hurt any of the girls I've dated and I never would, no matter how drunk I get.)
ARRRGH FUCK. I just found out my old roommate FUCKED ME OVER. FUCK. If this doesn't get fixed and goes on my credit report, I could lose my security clearance and get discharged. God damn it, I fucking hate people.
This would now be one of those times where I'm dangerous.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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