> excuses
everybody has excuses for anything and everything. for any given occassion or situation. at any given time. be it the whole truth, halftruths or even straightout lies, they take the form of "excuses" (in this instance) and that "moment in time" is explained and forgiven. permanently or temporarily. problem solved. most times.
i wasn't feeling too well.
im down with something, i think.
i didn't receive your email.
i didn't receive your message.
i didn't bring my phone with me.
i was asleep.
i was too busy.
i wasn't at my desk.
i didn't hear anything of it prior from anyone.
i didn't notice.
i didn't hear you clearly the first time.
but you'd very seldom hear:
i forgot.
im not in the mood.
i dun give twofcuks about that.
i dun give a damn.
i couldn't care less.
excuses are a part of everyone's lives. including my own. nobody is excluded in this. nobody is exceptional in this as well. tho there are peeps who have a 1001-excuses for anything and everything, tis a choice everyone makes. and everyone is entitled to it, in a weird warped way. because we are but thinking-creatures and excuses are one of the main traits of humankind. ("creative excuses" inclusive) - so long as we harm no one, no small animals or babies in the process; we are fine and dandy. sort of ...
excuses are what gives us that guilt-free feeling.
excuses provide us with that fleeting moment of freedom and/or reprieve.
excuses provides us an "out" to any situation we are uncomfortable or unhappy with.
excuses provides us with a "temporary suspension of responsibility".
excuses can also take on a positive form. (as opposed to the negativity that alludes itself to the norm or impressions of "excuses")
excuses provides us with the opportunity to spend time with the one we like/love.
excuses provides us with the opportunity to be involved in something we like to do or partake in.
excuses provides us with the chance to do something which we've always wanted to do.
but for every excuse, there are consequences. be it negligible or dire, positive or negative; we live with it all. we work it out somehow. or sometimes they remain in the ether of the subconscious, floating adrift in the outer realms of tangibility and responsibility; abiding the time for when said-consequence looms it's ugly head once more and screams at you/us with all it's might. it might give you a tightslap back in reality, or it might be a gentle caring caress. we fight or we yield. but no worries, we deal with it when we reach that bridge.
these are but gentle observations to things and events that happen to our/my everyday lives. it might not be directed at anyone in particular, or it might just be a giant middle finger peering from amongst the clouds and pointed directly at myself. i lay no claim to the consequences to this entry.
tis 7pm as i type this. which means i am not at my RT nor taking my IPPT tonight. i have my reasons. i have my excuses. as true or real as they might or might not be, they mean naught to the "powers that be". tis a decision i had made and tis the consequence i would have to face later. for in the end, sometimes the truth might just mean shitte. and i grit my teeth and temperance. and i hold my breath. and i like it not one iota. needless to say, tis not been a good day at all (another excuse) and this most probably will haunt me til the weekend. i like it not. one. single. fcuking. bit.
what's your excuse?
i wasn't feeling too well.
im down with something, i think.
i didn't receive your email.
i didn't receive your message.
i didn't bring my phone with me.
i was asleep.
i was too busy.
i wasn't at my desk.
i didn't hear anything of it prior from anyone.
i didn't notice.
i didn't hear you clearly the first time.
but you'd very seldom hear:
i forgot.
im not in the mood.
i dun give twofcuks about that.
i dun give a damn.
i couldn't care less.
excuses are a part of everyone's lives. including my own. nobody is excluded in this. nobody is exceptional in this as well. tho there are peeps who have a 1001-excuses for anything and everything, tis a choice everyone makes. and everyone is entitled to it, in a weird warped way. because we are but thinking-creatures and excuses are one of the main traits of humankind. ("creative excuses" inclusive) - so long as we harm no one, no small animals or babies in the process; we are fine and dandy. sort of ...
excuses are what gives us that guilt-free feeling.
excuses provide us with that fleeting moment of freedom and/or reprieve.
excuses provides us an "out" to any situation we are uncomfortable or unhappy with.
excuses provides us with a "temporary suspension of responsibility".
excuses can also take on a positive form. (as opposed to the negativity that alludes itself to the norm or impressions of "excuses")
excuses provides us with the opportunity to spend time with the one we like/love.
excuses provides us with the opportunity to be involved in something we like to do or partake in.
excuses provides us with the chance to do something which we've always wanted to do.
but for every excuse, there are consequences. be it negligible or dire, positive or negative; we live with it all. we work it out somehow. or sometimes they remain in the ether of the subconscious, floating adrift in the outer realms of tangibility and responsibility; abiding the time for when said-consequence looms it's ugly head once more and screams at you/us with all it's might. it might give you a tightslap back in reality, or it might be a gentle caring caress. we fight or we yield. but no worries, we deal with it when we reach that bridge.
these are but gentle observations to things and events that happen to our/my everyday lives. it might not be directed at anyone in particular, or it might just be a giant middle finger peering from amongst the clouds and pointed directly at myself. i lay no claim to the consequences to this entry.
tis 7pm as i type this. which means i am not at my RT nor taking my IPPT tonight. i have my reasons. i have my excuses. as true or real as they might or might not be, they mean naught to the "powers that be". tis a decision i had made and tis the consequence i would have to face later. for in the end, sometimes the truth might just mean shitte. and i grit my teeth and temperance. and i hold my breath. and i like it not one iota. needless to say, tis not been a good day at all (another excuse) and this most probably will haunt me til the weekend. i like it not. one. single. fcuking. bit.
what's your excuse?
