Life Under the Stairs

I’ve tried to keep up with my blog, but as my life has moved from under the stairs out onto the street, it’s been somewhat difficult. It’s getting harder to appreciate the crap though crap there has certainly been.

I’ve been taught all of my life that I need to take responsibility for my actions and that it’s important that even when those consequences are dire, you have to take that responsibility with a certain amount of grace. I’m out of grace, to be honest. It seems like no matter what I say or do, everything goes to pot so I’ve definitely fallen out of what I used to consider a decent job of hiding things that bother me. Now I tend to go to pieces over having my cheese moved. It amuses me that those who taught me the necessity of taking that responsibility have totally pulled a 180 and decided that reponsibility is no longer important. Or at least that treating me with respect is no longer important. Hypocrits. It would just be nice that if you’re going to back out on a promise, that you talk to me about it, preferably before the time I need you to follow through.