the Final Attempt.

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So I called this document the Final Attempt.

I am not sure why it is so difficult for people to read.
It never seizes to amaze me that people don’t even try to take a minute out of their busy lives to understand what another human being is saying.

Is it really so difficult to perform three clicks of a mouse and select two main languages, if it truly only is a matter of the language difference? Try google.com and type in Translation and you’ll have all the tools you need, and a great beginning for understanding millions of other people in exactly your situation.

Enough said about this.

So who am I?

I am just another quite ordinary person fed up with being lonely, alone and going to bed in the early hours because I have no reason going to bed. No reason getting out of bed, if it wasn’t for my dog who truly means so much to me.

Just another guy with a slight bit of a difficulty coming to terms with that life is way too short, and far too often defined by the millions of many younger people. Younger than me, whom think they have the answers to it all.

Is there anything more annoying, irritating, agitating than a person between the age of 20 and 30 whom believe they are better, more beautiful, alone, or even have the slightest reason to bitch me out for finding them attractive, honest, and plain nice people.

Appreciation is hard to come by. Affection and acceptance of compliments are often met with ungrateful, simpleminded, ugly faces and a reply in the form of a nasty remark, for someone taking the time out of their own lives to even try to make them feel better about themselves.

Is there a reason for this? Yes there is. The growing impersonal interpersonal relation system of the Internet and all that provides some kind of obscure anonymity for them.

Perhaps because they too feel insufficient, unappreciated, less loved or alone.

Well, all I can say is “welcome to my club of lonely hearts”. We’re all in the same boat so you either grab a paddle and start pulling your weight in society’s not always so simple scheme of things or grab a bucket and start unloading the water out of the mutual boat as we’re already sinking.

Screaming, shouting and being a bitch about it won’t help. That’s for damn sure.

So now is the time. Ask yourself.
WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE?

Alone, unappreciated, bitching or the one whom actually gets with the program, appreciate a bit of attention and understand that even if it doesn’t last forever, we have had the chance to get to know each other, supported each other and been simply good, decent human beings.

It’s about damn good time you too k a look at yourself in the mirror and asked;
“-Am I really true to myself in what I am doing today?”

Are you going to bend over backwards and accept some role society is putting on you. A role which you may have no recollection of, no resemblance to, nor any desire to participate in fulfilling, simply because someone else is putting you in a nice little cupboard or shelf they assume in which you fit.

Ok, so I have fair reason to believe you answered the above with “No, Hell No, I am me, and I want to be accepted for who I am”.
Then let me ask you one thing.

-Why The Fuck Do People Put Me In a Role That Is Not Me?

I didn’t ask for it, don’t want it, and above all, I have no interest in trying to fit a purpose or plan which anyone else may try to impose on me.

I am me, myself, and “Irene” over there will simply have to wake up and get with the program.

I intend to take what I need, do what I want, seek what I wish for, be free and forever individual to my own goals in life.
Sadly a lot of people cannot understand, accept and reconcile with this to being a fact of nature.

As little I can influence anyone to love me, feel good about being close to me, nor feeling any form of wish to even spend 24 hours with me just for the sake of it.

Just as little can you or anyone else influence my choices in life, the mistakes I have made, and for sure, in spite of my age, the mistakes I may still to make.

You see the funny thing about life is just that. Those choices are mine to make and yours to accept if you wish to call yourself my family, lover, friend or anything else.

I don’t mind making enemies of people.
It sure beats having false friends, so perhaps this text gives you reason to reconsider not only your relationship with me, but the simple fact, you too have a choice to make.

A choice I am sure you may already have made, with or without a conscientious decision that this is the case.

Ponder on this for a while and you will realize you are not alone, I am not alone, and what I am saying truly doesn’t sound so bloody wrong, so maybe we are not so damn different many people try to make us out to be.

In spite of age, faith, position in life, and all the other pathetic in-differences people in general tend to get strung up on.

It is time to change, but the question is not why, where and when, but rather how. And in this we all need help, support, friendship, a shoulder to lean on or simply a cheerful pat on the back now and then to feel that we truly don’t just walk down this sometimes rugged path of life alone.

If anyone likes this or not truly doesn’t matter to me.
What does matter in the end is only how well you cherish the things you have in life. How much you value the good things you already have, and how hard you are willing to work on keeping it, and possibly getting further along in your own evolution.

Good luck, and have a nice life,
with or without the understanding of another soul
living right next to yours, in all anonymity.