F.i.in.e Moods

I wish I had great words of wisdom

To confer for this situation we find

Ourselves in, but I fear that my

Emotions may be leading the way,

'Cause my frustration can hardly be

Described as here we are wasting precious

Time fixing a problem that doesn't exist,

And being kept away from each other

Over feelings that do not belong to us,

But that have found a way to overtake.

- with rough translation...

il faudrait la renoncer

si le jour advenait,

mais qui pourrait

réellement, en réalité?

we'd have to abandon it

if the day was to come,

but who could

really, in reality?

ni elle, ni lui, c'est

certain, malgré leurs

meilleures intentions,

et leurs meilleurs sourires ;

neither her, nor him, that's

for sure, despite their

best intentions,

and their best smiles;

ils sont tous esclaves

à l'idée d'une libre volonté,

même si toutes les preuves

indiquent qu'ils sont menés

they're all slaves

to this idea of free will,

even though all evidence

indicates that they're run

purement par les émotions...

purely by their emotions...

Yeah, there's a measure

That it is up to me to know

How to better deal with her.

On the other hand, though,

Isn't it on her to just not behave

In this manner in the first place?

A bit irking to have to learn

How to deal with people

Who evidently aren't du monde.

Seems an unreasonable thing

To me, is all I'm saying.

Achieving this is an art, I guess.

- thank you all for your kind words on my previous post... means a lot *hugs*  not well at the moment, but I'll get to your messages as soon as I can... à bientôt

See, the way I presented it to her           (my team leader)

Went a little something like this:

I said, sure, I'm very sad about

Having lost my feline buddy recently,

But that event was just one more cherry

On top of the sundae, kind of deal...

And then, when I was put through

A conversation with that other one, where

She really had no place (as usual) to discuss

Anything with me, the effect was very much like

The sundae dish had been picked up

And thrown on the floor to smash

To bits all around my feet...  This woman,

She never loses an opportunity to ram into me.

It really was too much.

So, a break was in order.

How I wish I could tell you

In a way to make you see it.

There're so many things to be revealed,

Yet there's no aptness to make it happen.

Still, the chasm created needs an end,

'Cause my poor heart cannot

Withstand any longer moment

Of this soaring incomprehension... 

While, in the meantime, I await for

His maturity to catch back up

With the reality of our experience,

So that he can drop the impressions

From the manipulations which were

Thrown in his path between us --

To again embrace and smile

As we always used to do together,

Oh, how I wish,

How I long...

There are really no words

For these tears...

There isn't anything to be said

That is any sort of interesting,

And I keep thinking to myself,

Who'd care to know any of it, anyway?

So I figure why would I find words for it?

What would be the purpose behind that one?

Quite frankly, in the last few months, my

Sense of insignificance has been growing...

'Cause the truth is, I'm nothing special,

Not even to those dearest to me,

So it'd make no sense anymore

For me to explain it all like it mattered.

- I'm ok, just what's to come that can't be helped... moving around with my body causes injury every time... I'm dealing with it now, but at some point, I won't be able to anymore... it's a thought that comes to mind here and there... but I usually keep it to myself... processing it, I guess...  

For five minutes, it's usually ok,

Ten minutes, I'm feeling it,

Fifteen minutes, well, that'll

Require a few days of recuperation

To make the inflammation go down.

That's moving or walking.

But I also injure myself while

In my sleep, so things are

Pretty fragile with all the parts

Of my articulations, my joints.

And they're not going to get better.

There is no getting this to better,

As it's a degenerative condition,

And there is no treatment for it,

Aside attempting to strengthen them

In the hopes that might help a bit

To delay the road to loss of mobility.

I'm not sure how I feel about it,

But it does play on my mind

As the pain is a constant reminder.

I know that at some point,

It will no longer be possible

For me to use most of my limbs,

And I will require assistance to

Get by in my life, and frankly,

Not entirely convinced that 

I'll be wanting to get to that point.

My present and my future

Are inevitably in for a lot of pain,

Can't say I'm terribly thrilled about it.

- just learned tonight that it's happening on Monday... 

My friend's father has made

The decision to die this Monday,

Assisted by doctors to end

Things on his own terms and

Not wait for his terminal illness

To get him there in its own terms.

This man has known me since

The age of 19, and has been since then

In my life almost like a father would be.

He welcomed me in his family,

And gave me love all of these years,

To me, he's a very important person.

Although I completely understand

His decision, and I fully respect it,

I'm nonetheless feeling heartbroken

That the time has arrived so soon.

I have to come to terms now with the

Fact that he'll be gone from our lives.

I'm having a hard time holding back

My tears, I so want to see him before

He goes, but at the same time, I don't

Want to impose myself in such a

Personal moment either.  I'm not sure

How to go about dealing with this one.

Imposing ways

Brought on by

Spurious reasons

Don't sit well

And if they do

A reevaluation

Of your thoughts

Might be in order