Pathetic. There’s no other word that could possibly be considered accurate. No matter the effort one puts in, no matter the time they spend, no matter how devoted they are….No matter. How true. Because it matters to none but those who waste the time, the effort…the life. A person is only as good as their word, and now words are meaningless. An individual is judged, whether rightly or wrongly, by their actions, by their behaviors…by their words. I judge not. Not because I am a righteous and good person, but because there simply is no point. Regardless of what category I may at first place a new acquaintance within, they shall undoubtedly wind up within another due to any number of the aforementioned traits by which I would have chosen to categorize them by.
Actions are worthless. They do not always indicate what kind of person one is deep inside.
Behaviors are worthless. Easily altered, ruled by society, and often contradicted, they are piss poor indicators of a person’s inner workings.
Words, above all else, are worthless. Pretty words and easily broken promises do not comfort even the least scarred of hearts. If, by chance, they do provide a balm for the soul, those that are placated are in serious need of a reality check.
Life is what you make of it. Apparently I have shaped mine into an inescapable hell where all words become empty oaths, all actions contain an ulterior motive, and all behaviors lack respect. I have been told I deserve better than what I have been offered.
I disagree.
Why, if I do not deserve it, would the world morph into such a cold, unforgiving place…where at the end of each and every day…I am alone?
Nic Bridges "hey" Frisky - 14 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

Consequences.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. For the one night I spent completely plastered there have been, thus far, two days that I have felt like death warmed over. As if drinking three pitchers of beer by myself wasn't enough, I had the bright idea to add four shots of vodka and three rather large pulls of Gin to the mix. I t was the first time in my life I have seen double. Now, I'm not saying it will be the last...but I hope I learn at least a little bit of self control. I'm more sick now than I think I have ever been...as much as I love a good time, I'm not certain as to how much I enjoy my body's attempts to let me know that I'm killing it. Shitty.
Nic Bridges "hey" Frisky - 14 years, 10 months, 16 days ago

...captivating...

A wonderful man that I work with bestowed upon me, this very morning, a book which I was instructed to read by the name of Captivating. As I sat in public waiting for my uniform to dry I began to read. I was pleasantly surprised. On a side note, I am currently seeking a deeper understanding of myself and my surroundings. This point is relevant, I swear. The purpose of Captivating is to introduce a woman to her true heart, allowing her discover her femininity and the mysteries and grace which accompany it. I believe that this book will be instrumental to my journey of self discovery. I do not wish to become the mask that I wear for the world, but an extension of my dreams and desires. Still, I fear that if I dig too deeply I may not like what I find buried within my own being. We shall see.
Nic Bridges "hey" Frisky - 14 years, 10 months, 21 days ago

Asking The Rain Not To Fall

I find it amusing when my friends tell me not to worry. If I offend those I care about, even if it is only within my own mind, then I feel the need to apologize and seek redemption for my offenses. When they carelessly toss out "Don't worry about it" I feel shaken. I still care, and I still worry. Asking someone like myself not to worry is about as pointless as asking the rain not to fall. As the puddles gather at my feet my mind is still in turmoil.
Nic Bridges "hey" Frisky - 14 years, 10 months, 22 days ago