Me & “Mr. Negative” Over Here…

…Wanted To Apologize For All The Negativity I’ve Spewed Of Late, My Peeps.

When Things Start Going Wrong For A Person, They Usually Do So In Rather LARGE Clumps.

Yes…

…Some Have Said I’ve Been Waaaaay Too Harsh On Myself.

Maybe I Have.

Maybe I Haven’t.

Who’s To Say???

Exactly, My Peeps.

But, That’s Not My Current Point.

I’m Talking About My Negative Approach To…

…Ohhh…

…99.993% Of My Recent Life?!

(((Give Or Take A % Or Two.)))

That Part Is Totally MY BAD.

It Hasn’t Always Been That Way, As You’re Well Award.

I Can BE Negative.

I Am NOT Always This “MR. NEGATIVE” Creature.

Lately…

…”MR. NEGATIVE” Is All I’ve Been, Though.

It Hasn’t Mattered What It Was…

…Chances Are It PISSED ME OFF.

It’s For THAT, And Mainly That Alone, I’m Really Sorry.

I Can’t Be Sorry For What I Said.

They Were Honest Expressions Of The Moment’s Emotions.

I Can Regret Them…

…But I Can’t Truly Be Sorry For Them.

I Meant Them.

SO…

…What Have I Learned From This???

Well, I Hate Exterior Drama And How It Perpetuates Itself.

I Create Enough Drama For Myself.

I’m Evidence Of That.

Ain’t That A BIG FO SHO.

: /

It’s Just Life, Kids.

I Know You Understand My Jive.

It’s Not Set.

Sometimes, I Fu*k-It-Up.

You Do It.

YOU DO!

You Could Slow Life Down To The Millisecond, And You’d Still Find A Way To Fu*k-It-Up!

YOU WOULD!

That’s How Life Works.

Goin’ Good…

…Goin’ Good…

…Dammit…

…Goin’ Good…

…Goin’ Good…

…Dammit…

…Dammit…

…DAMMIT!

It Never Fails.

Since I Had The Option, I Blogged During My Issues.

Smart Idea?

???

The Jury Is Still Out On This One, Judge(s).

BUT, I Remain Hopeful.

😉

I Often Refer To My Blog As An Evolution.

It Is.

I’m Constantly Growing As A Blogger…

…And I Try To Learn More From BOTH My Successes AND My Failures.

Needless To Say…

(((Though I'm Going To Say It)))

…I’m Still Learning.

I’m Finding More And More Folks Seem To Care About My Work When I’m Cranking Out Quotes, Or I’m Discussing Personal Drama.

I’m Not Really Sure How To Take That.

Not YET, Anyway.

The Three Hardest Tasks In The World Are Neither Physical Feats Nor Intellectual Achievements, But Moral Acts…”

“…To Return LOVE For HATE, To INCLUDE The EXCLUDED, And To Say “I Was Wrong“.“

—SYDNEY J. HARRIS

-{1917–1986}-

-{JOURNALIST}-

-{COLUMNIST}-

-{WRITER}-

“I Was Born With The Wrong Sign, In The Wrong House, With The Wrong Ascendancy. I Took The Wrong Road, That Led To, The Wrong Tendencies. I Was In The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time, For The Wrong Reason, And The Wrong Rhyme. On The Wrong Day, Of The Wrong Week, Used The Wrong Method, With The Wrong Technique…WRONG…” — DEPECHE MODE (“WRONG”)

“…There’s Something Wrong With Me, Chemically, Something Wrong With Me Inherently. The Wrong Mix, In The Wrong Genes, I Reached The Wrong Ends, By The Wrong Means. It Was The Wrong Plan, In The Wrong Hands, With The Wrong Theory, For The Wrong Man. The Wrong Eyes, On The Wrong Prize, The Wrong Questions, With The Wrong Replies…”

WRONG

"I Was Marching To The Wrong Drum, With The Wrong Scum, Pissing-Out The Wrong Energy. Using All The Wrong Lines, And The Wrong Signs, With The Wrong Intensity. I Was On The Wrong Page, Of The Wrong Book, With The Wrong Rendition Of The Wrong Look. With The Wrong Moon, Every Wrong Night, With The Wrong Tune Playing Till It Sounded Right, Yeah..."

WRONG

WRONG

TOO LONG

WRONG

TOO LONG

WRONG

TOO LONG

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TOO LONG

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"...I Was Born With The Wrong Sign, In The Wrong House, With The Wrong Ascendancy. I Took The Wrong Road, That Led To, The Wrong Tendencies. I Was In The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time, For The Wrong Reason, And The Wrong Rhyme. On The Wrong Day, Of The Wrong Week, Used The Wrong Method, With The Wrong Technique. WRONG!"