The Lies

There are the tiny lies which get you out of trouble. The kind of lies which you can pull and have no regret. If a friend is having a bad hair day, it's useless telling her that she in fact is having a bad hair day because it only compounds things. So we say nothing because if hurting her is the only other option, the least said is the best. If you know a friend is intent on losing weight, is it going to be me to point out that not only hasn't she lost weight, but she's gained some more. That is all forgivable because the intention is purely good.

There are the other type of lies which are unacceptable. The ones that make someone else look bad when they actually aren't. Worse still, the lies which interfere with someone else's future. Yes it's true, it seems that I'm on a mission to and I can find no explanation. I have been going back and forth, right and left, and I still can find no explanation. Or maybe I am resisting the only explanation that sometimes human beings can act worse than animals. Animals do not lie, they greet you as if you were the most important person on earth, they love you unconditionally. Sadly, some human beings leave much to be desired. I am going to give up wasting my time and looking for the why's. It will lead to nowhere. But sometimes life has a habit of throwing back whatever you threw in the first place. There is fate, the wheel of fortune, and our faith that a Higher Power will never abandon someone with good intentions. I still feel betrayed, but I will not talk for now. I could let my tongue loose, but I won't. Because what really matters to me is that truth comes out in the end. A million years could pass, truth will still have resurfaced. As it is, it took just one week. One week makes the lier even more phony. It's pathetic.

Big loser

Hate is a sentiment which eats away at the soul. Love is also a sentiment which enriches the soul. But I'm not feeling love right now. I'd like to say I'm not feeling hate, but at the very least I am just so angry. I have been betrayed by a friend, what's worse is that the friend holds a respected position as regards the little people. I'm not sure he's respected that much anyway, but I really thought he was ok. I am such a bad judge of character, but can I really blame myself for thinking that he would help me give a child his dream? No. I cannot. I understand that in life we get friendlier with one and not the other, we tend to like one more than the other, we love blonds, cannot stand brunettes, we love sexy as opposed to obese, but can we really hold a grudge against a little man? Hell no. Nobody should be allowed to do that. And little people may be little, but they're not stupid. They sense things too. They know. I, on the other hand didn't know. I, on the very other hand didn't sense anything. I guess that makes me downright stupid. I thought that adults all had a duty towards little people, primarily to help them. But it's not so. And it makes me so angry that it suddenly turns sad. I am sad at what adults are able to do without remorse. And they should know better especially when they are parents themselves. And they should know even better because they once were little themselves.

Anyway, whatever this big macho man did failed miserably. Because he is not God, and God sees and knows and has a beautiful way of turning things round. To this sad person who should get a life I can only say, shame on you. To all the others who really helped no end, thank you. Your help has been of the utmost importance. To God I say, let Your will be done. I know it will be done now, and not amount of grudge bearing will overturn the tables. Let the failure know that I'm way too big to overturn. My boyfriend is way bigger to overturn. True I have pulled every string I could, and every contact in the book, but it's all worthwhile. Sorry big old man, you've lost the battle. And it's a little person who's overturned you. That should put a big enough damper on your swollen ego. You deserve one big trashing, but I am saving my immaculately manicured hands for love and cuddles which are all going to the little person. What a loser.