Glass Houses

Sure, there are things I could sit here and bitch about, like how this person is a whiny,cynical, self-loathing know-it-all with a martyrdom complex, or how that person is a critical two-faced bitch with game so thin I saw it a mile away, or fuck, how so-and-so has his head so far up his ass he doesn't know which end of the girl is up; but I'm not going to say any of those things, because if I wanted to complain about someone I had a problem with I would do it to their f*cking face.

You know who you are, and you're welcome. I think that most things are so pointless they're not worth taking issue with, these problem people included. Personally, I'm just sick of the bullshit.

One serious issue though, that I'm facing is that I no longer command the respect I used to among my peer group. That sounded cold and clinical. But it's the only way I can put it that it makes sense to me.

My fingers hurt from playing bass. I love it, but it won't solve my problems right now. At times like this, I look to my predecessors for answers.

All I can come up with is that to be respected you must do respectable things.

I wonder why such a simple concept seems so difficult.