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The Century Mark: Surely It should Mean Something

it is not given to us to try and parse a moments significance...that is a contrivance...

it is not given to us to try and parse a moment’s significance…that is a contrivance…

“Repetition is the death of magic”–Bill Watterson

One hundred…it’s kind of a big deal: I mean to me it is…and, probably, to me alone.  I had big plans for this post…I’ve been working on a couple of important posts.  But, in the end, they seemed contrived.

I had a harrowing tale about performing fellatio on a teenage boy (as a five…or, mayhaps, six year old? who can reliably keep track…this is not a rhetorical question )…(worry not; it’s coming…no pun intended).

I had an update about my life.  It included the story about me breaking up with the church to which I’d dedicated (along with some of my closest friends) a decade of my life to make something beautiful…which was taken from me…without remorse or apology…in the end, I was made out to be the bad guy…”I don’t know how you can do this so easily”; was a statement that was handed to me, as though I was the one who was being dismissive.  Insult to injury?  Mayhaps; but I still strive to be the bigger man…

The point?  I’ve put a lot of pressure on myself to make a big impact on my century mark.  I don’t know why.

At the end of the day, I don’t give a shit about that sort of thing…I’m not trying to make a point.  I’m trying to be honest to those who care about that sort of thing.

Some people do.  I have a great circle of friends who like when I’m honest.

Here’s the rub: I don’t know if I can trust them.  I’m not sure if they are supporting my journey, or if they’re just happy that I’m the car doing 70mph on my way to church while they do 67.

This is not to call in to question their motives…I am powerless to do so.  This is only to point out how impotent I am in discerning where I stand.

It is the journey of a victim who works tirelessly to find an ally.

But maybe this is just a manipulative way to purge the thoughts that plague my mind…I am not above that: trust me…or don’t.  I am not above that.

So here we are…post: 100.  It may be annoying for me to bring it up over and over, but it marks one of the biggest commitments I’ve ever made in my life.  In some respects it’s like climbing to the top of the hill and learning nothing new…again, this is not on you; you just happen to be witnessing a moment of disillusionment…if it is uncomfortable; I apologize: sincerely.

It’s been a tough 6 months.

It’s also been a great 6 months…I’ve had an opportunity to see great support.  While I lack the wisdom…or trust…or discernment to understand the motives behind the support, I am blessed (beyond measure) to have friends who truly love me.  I cannot–reliably– explain to you what that means to me…mainly because I’ve never taken the time required to contemplate its possibility…this is all new to me.

I can only imagine the frustration that this has caused in the people who’ve risked themselves to love me…truth be told, I really can’t imagine.

So: here it is…post 100…what a steaming pile of rambling horseshit…I wouldn’t have it any other way…scratch that…after struggling for months to make something cool…I couldn’t have it any other way…

I am okay with that…

To those of you who are also okay with that: Thank You So Much…

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About pats0

Pats0 is a writer who is informed by a punk-rock ethos, and a hatred for group-think. He is the founding member of The Pirate-Clown Guild of Free-Thinkers, an aegis from under which he soils the internet with his thoughts. Welcome.

2 responses to “The Century Mark: Surely It should Mean Something

  1. anya

    Congrats on 100! And I hope the next 6 months are full of good shit and less of the horse variety.
    Also. It seems that trusting people explicitly is over rated. I mean, the rub is where most of the magic in my life is born. If there was no rub — no people to distrust, no questions to consider, no ‘tirelessly seeking an ally’ — then the spark would be gone. I need the rub, I need the friction. And people (the ones backing away from the rub) need the honest story tellers. Like you. Without the honesty what are we left with? Nothing I’d like to read.

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    • pats0

      thanks, Anya…I would trade telling stories for the ability to instantly love and trust others…it’s good to have a friend remind me that that would make a boring story

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