Much against my character, I stayed through the night
Idle chat proceeded from idle minds, and mine was among them.
Devilry, of a sort, brought us together; from scant others, you were my pick
Nothing was to be done once I set the trap.
If relationships are never a mistake, what was born that night?
Gone, you are, back to a hole I never seen,
Hidden, your life, from those as meek as me.
That being said- what of us, then or now?
I suppose I still find it of the utmost difficulty to believe that others function so completely opposite of me, or so it appears. I never can quite determine whether folly shades one or the other of us and makes a shared mindset deviate into two separate ones.
Anyhow. I have ran across many people that operate under very different assumptions and view points than I do now. I know, to some, the variation in thought is interesting and refreshing to an extent and such, but to me it brings nothing but sorrow. I see much behind how people shape their world, I see much behind their views. Perhaps, on some issues, I am wrong to be so distraught at their rulings, but I know- my heart tells me so, my heart screams for it- that those which, ultimately, dig someone or the other deeper into the mundane lunacy plaguing us all are not the right viewpoint to possess.
When I deal with such people- people whose elementary world is seen in a different light of mine- after first overcoming arrogance, I slip into despair. My worldview, I suppose, is the more frail of the two, for when I challenge their basic paradigm, they react with arrogance, and when they do the same to me- through their general words or thoughts, even- I break into tears because of the things that I know issue forth from such views.
Perhaps I seem weak. I suppose I am. I must be weak to bring out the weakness in those who built too strong their inner defenses.
Those who are, on a principle, opposite of me would, and will, disagree. But I refuse to be shaken. My life is the only way it could ever be, and I lead the only life which will ever suit me. Not to mention the work I must do with this frail spirit of mine..