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There Are No Do-Overs....

Unless you're playing Milton Bradley's version.... there are no "Do Overs" in the game of life. I'm sure all of us can admit mistakes and failures in their lives but it seems that some people, like myself, become quite good at it. We don't see it or we don't believe it is too late until.... its too late. I've been doing it for years now, in fact, my entire life has been filled with regrets that I didn't catch on to certain hints or things until I'd run a relationship into the ground. You spend a couple years being a useless excuse for a husband only to find out that your wife begrudges you in every way imaginable. You try to get better to slip back into a comfort zone of laziness. You argue, try to get better, last longer in your attempt to fail again, and again, and again. Eventually you become better at it only to find out it is never enough. Never enough, not because they are insatiable but because you'll never catch up to what they've been through and you're never going to be able to give them the break they deserve. You argue. You argue about everything and anything only to have the conversation come back to how lazy and horrible you are as a husband. How miserable they are and that you never are good enough. No matter how much you try you always screw up or 'never do anything'. All in all, it is your fault. You've asked for it, right? You know that no matter what you do, you'll never be able to take back the time and replace it with happy years. You'll never be able to go back and 'take care' of the person that has taken care of you over the years. Things you never realized were done for you begin to be noticed.... when they are not. Taking things for granted is the failure of all human civilization.... I can see it now. Where do you go from here? You're in too deep to not care or walk away easily. You'll never be able to make that person happy. Never. Your arguments can be about anything and will always come back to this one topic. You could break and rebuild the world with your words and fingertips and it will never be enough to take away what you've put the other person through. It will never be enough to satisfy their need to be nurtured in the past. People cannot forget the past. Never. This isn't Nintendo. This isn't Tiger Woods' Golf. If you don't do well the first round, you cannot RESET and start again until you get to the perfect save point. It's real time. It is always going to haunt you. Screw it up and ignore the wrong things in your life and it will haunt you the rest of your days. There will always be that 'What if'. Frankly, I'm tired of 'What if...". If you know you've screwed up for that long and no matter what you say or do now will fix and mend the broken pieces of the other person's emotions and heart then what else is there to do? Watch them suffer? No.... That hurts too much. Taking the blame is step 1 but what about step 2? What other options does one have? ,,..,,..,,.. Powered by ScribeFire.

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Well, it has been awhile, and with my writing mentor calling my house and harassing me to update, sending me emails promising rectal violence.... I think it's time to oblige. "It's time my friends, to... Just Twist It!" lol, just kidding bro... :) I'm finding in the news that more and more cities are adopting this new "No baggy pants" law. Again, I'm torn on the issue. I have no problems with baggy pants, but the ass crack or underwear hanging out???? Thats an indecent exposure issue. No one wants to see your skidmarks, pull them up asshole! I do not have a problem with a thong rising out of the back of the pants but I can't say its really attractive if the pants are falling down to reveal it.... just kind of 'skanky', unless you're a stripper, then we pay to see just that. The one problem I have with this law is it is a step towards a violation of rights. It's not big deal with its just 'baggy pants' to must of us but it gives lawmakers momentum to eventually take away something we may possibly like. The next annoying thing that makes me wante to protest with arms flailing wildly is... *drumroll* Illegal Aliens. Last night while reading the local news I came upon this article. Now Durham is a city of crime as it is and luckily not MY home city but is less than 30-40 minutes away and a sister city to my lovely Raleigh. I understand one point of their not wanting to 'check the status' of certain individuals to not make persons that may be witness to a crime scared to come forward to assist but we have to draw a line somewhere. It is a crime in itself for them to be here. Bleh I find it very difficult lately to post, I'm involved with one of the largest projects hitting my employer this year and I am at the helm of it. Deadlines are flying by and I have barely enough time to think much less post. Being that 99.99999% of my posting comes from work... it kind of hurts my time frame. I'll be back.... -Twisty Powered by ScribeFire.