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In general, I'm the sort of guy that greatly enjoys his sense of vindication. There's been so many times in my life in which my ability to see down the road was dismissed, and so many times my warnings to people i care about where waved away as a weird paranoia.
...but i pay attention, and i look ahead. i know a lot about humanity, and its consistencies. i know without a shadow of a doubt that when the sun sets, it will rise the next day.
i'm no good at math, but i can solve a few equations.
That being said, another opportunity to say "i told you so" comes around, and while it would be one of the grandest of vindications i have felt in a long time, i can't be bothered to say it.
because i feel no real joy in it. just resignation. and maybe a little disappointment.
any happiness that i would get out of this (regardless of accepting the fact that it would be an emotion steeped in pettiness), is killed down and erased by the fact that someone i care very deeply about is a victim of this circumstance.
i shouldn't care so deeply about this kid, i should suck it up and go with the joy while i can. she was instrumental to some of my more recent agonies, and we're really not that close at all.
but i have a lot of respect for her. she's one of the few, who at her worst, and at my worst, still manages to treat me with a courtesy and decency that most people have forgotten was once labeled as "common".
...but i pay attention, and i look ahead. i know a lot about humanity, and its consistencies. i know without a shadow of a doubt that when the sun sets, it will rise the next day.
i'm no good at math, but i can solve a few equations.
That being said, another opportunity to say "i told you so" comes around, and while it would be one of the grandest of vindications i have felt in a long time, i can't be bothered to say it.
because i feel no real joy in it. just resignation. and maybe a little disappointment.
any happiness that i would get out of this (regardless of accepting the fact that it would be an emotion steeped in pettiness), is killed down and erased by the fact that someone i care very deeply about is a victim of this circumstance.
i shouldn't care so deeply about this kid, i should suck it up and go with the joy while i can. she was instrumental to some of my more recent agonies, and we're really not that close at all.
but i have a lot of respect for her. she's one of the few, who at her worst, and at my worst, still manages to treat me with a courtesy and decency that most people have forgotten was once labeled as "common".
