Insinsitive Misunderstanding

Most people may dismiss my brash manner during a time of grieving as a means to be insensitive. Rather I’m ardent to teach and tell that people can live life more fulfilled and pleasant by keeping in mind that happiness that is present around them. Show and acknowledge that life isn’t fair, but there is still a way to be happy. Why are people so interested and embarrassed about themselves at the same time that they push the people who are trying to cheer them up away because they misunderstand that the assiduous person in front of them is here for them.

You would figure that you were being so self centered in your limpid weeping that more attention would help pacify your gnarled emotions. However, if you don’t want my attention or my affection, there is no issue to keep myself from emaciating myself. I don’t stick around where I’m not wanted and like a tramp I’ll walk my grubby paws right out of your life down a muddy road people seldom glance at. Besides pointing a long finger and telling me to go.

I don’t have to allocate my knowledge and understanding to anyone. There are a great many things a great many number of people know. Is it so easy to push people away in your despair when they may possess the intelligence to make light of your plight? Even despite my lack of appreciation for your methods of insipid alienation my motives hold strong as I continue to attempt to pry you loose from your methods of intimate withdrawal. So sophomoric is your attitude there are times I wonder why I take my time to give you an inkling of the idea that listening would be beneficial to your current state of mental desperation. Your poignant pride will be your inevitable demise.

My rancor to the choices you make won’t keep me from the crushed feeling that swells and blooms and tears and mashes and peels and slices and burns and cries and gives bitter grimace in the hope that I could have helped you. Spontaneous am I to care, and help and hope and pray and nurture and give a comfortable slap on the back because that is what I was taught to do. That is what people who are copious in love do. They taught me love, my good friends, persistent bastards they were in making sure that I did not keep to myself as I furiously pushed everyone away. You think that the way I am today was the way I have always been? If that is what you thought you are an insipid fool.