It’s that black part of the night that makes you watch every single music video that you’ve downloaded on to your computer, all the while stewing more and more upon the things in your life that get you upset. Well, in my case “thing.” Singular. And in fact personified. That’s right. Are you reading out there somewhere? I’m talking to you, Carly. Yes. You.
You messed me up good, girl. You’ve not only truly screwed every single plan that we had built together for the rest of our lives (were they really so damned onerous? We were so excited right up until you left me), but you’ve also screwed me up more than most people even come close to realizing. Not a single person commented on my new signature for example. No big deal that I quoted Fuel’s “Shimmer” (I’ve always been a huge fan of the song), but what is disturbing is that no one seems to have noticed the Latin below the quote. Confidere Enecat. With just a little bit of thought, you could probably just work it out through it’s close (if obscure) relationship to English. But to those who are like me and aren’t good at word games, I’ll just tell you that, roughly translated, it means “Trust Kills” (technically, it means “to place trust in someone/thing kills extremely violently,” but you get the idea).
So I have a new motto. I think I’ll stick with it. Even if/when I really get past all of this crap (as my soon-to-be-ex-wife obviously already has), it’s still a good thing to remember. After all, let’s not forget some of history’s more poigniant object lessons on this creed: Benedict Arnold (trusted by Washington and all his troops), Marcus Brutus (beloved friend, and perhaps even son, of Gaius Julius Caesar), or even Robert the Bruce (who did not betray William Wallace in such a spectacular manner as Hollywood may suggest, but did in fact murder John Comyn during a truce while in Greyfriar’s Kirk . . . a big no-no to any good Christian). I’m REALLY hoping that we all know what happened to the folks who trusted these men (or can at least recognize the pattern that I’m going for here). Quite literally, that trust killed them. So, with examples like these, how could it not be obvious that the giving of trust is a BAD DAMNED IDEA?
So yeah, if you couldn’t tell from the previous post this evening, things aren’t going well. No one to blame but myself I guess. Oh wait! No. I can blame Carly too. And you know what? I think I will.
“she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no . . .
. . . that’s my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it’s over and i’m glad
’cause i’m a fool for all i’ve said”
~Puddle of Mudd – “She Hates Me”