This Is Not An Exit?

For a great deal of time I've been rash, I've been critical and I've been all to eager to point fingers, be negative and not make the effort to do anything about everything. I've looked down upon others and eventually I've looked down upon myself. I've found myself disillusioned, so I criticized society, all the while wanting to be a part of it, detached myself from friends, family and myself, all the while hanging on as opposed to working to move on. And though I thought I had, in truth I lacked appreciation for the people I've met, the things I've seen and the experiences I've encountered. This in part for the fact that I did not truly utilize them or see them for how they have and could help me grow, but for how I saw them change me. Change and growth are two very different things.

In truth, writing a personal blog like this has gotten harder and harder for me recently. It's strange that I was once a boy who wore his heart on his sleeve... an open book... and now I'm a man who finds it difficult, because of his own accord, to be more honest with himself, let alone others. In the past I may have over analyzed things, as it may seem I'm doing right now, but analysis can take different paths. I've been a pessimist, with optimism in all the wrong and false things, cowering and hiding when I bore responsibility so that I wouldn't have to brush myself and start again. But in the end, that's how that scenario will always play out.

As I grow in body, it is time to grow in mind and spirit. Not to say I never have, just that the time has finally come to open my eyes and grow purposely. The subconscious has always been both a fear and a tardy explanation for things, but if I can believe that such a thing could be dealt with, why haven't I dealt with the conscious mind more positively? It is because of this thing called lying to oneself. I've been honest with many things, and some were really just superfluous, but in truth I've been deceitful. And deceitful to myself! What a terrible and unthinkable thing when I was a teenager! Yet, here I am embracing the fact of what has been going on, and I'd like to apologize. I'd like to apologize to myself and thank myself for coming out and finally being honest to myself by saying: "Sorry Foisol. I have lied to you." And to everyone else I may have not been so fair to I should apologize as well. In due time. An apology from a man anything less than completely self-realized is too cheap.

As usual I always have a plethora of things to say and write, but I'll leave it at this for tonight. In the novel "American Psycho", protagonist and deteriorating success story Patrick Bateman's (played by Batman, Christian Bale, in the movie adaptation) mind decays and he becomes delusional. Extremely delusional. Whether or not the crazy and sadistic things he has done really happened, he finds himself going from having "everything" to being lost in the mind. Terribly lost. He sits at a bar at the end of the story and looks at a sign reading "This is not an exit", a not so subtle reminder that he is stuck in a living hell that he cannot get out of.

But I can. That's something to be extremely grateful for.

-F

(all apologies for the naughty closing pic. Totally kills the optimism of the post eh?)

New blog.

Yeah I couldn't even bother coming up with a catchy title or anything for it. Not even a catchy username/url. Most people would say: "Well hey Foisol, it IS 4:20 in the morning!" but seriously, these are the hours at which I used to be most inspired in the past.

I'll have new stuff for those interested in my writing. New blog. New posts. I might recycle some ones I wrote recently, but if anybody's interested in any of the old junk, just ask and I'll send you links to some of my older ramblings. Hopefully I won't be rambling or complaining too much. I'm 22 now. That's like two of the same numbers. It should mean something.

But at the moment it doesn't. My mind's a blank.

Ciao!

-F