A note for scumbags

A special note for certain people.

How do you feel when they walk over to you and offer you, with conditions, one of those utterly pathetic niches you don’t give a damn about? And when one of them scumbags wants you to beg on your knees for something he’s ripped you of? Thinking you’re too desperate for that when the reality is that it’s the last thing you care about? When the truth is that you laugh heartily at the desperate longing of that person himself in trying to bring you down to your knees and laugh harder when you refuse to do so and then see a pitiful annoyance marked all across his face?

You tell them you don’t give a damn. With a brain about its place and your hands fine to bear the brunt of times, you take a deep sigh at every loss and move on. And those miserable onlookers try to sell you their anecdotes of sympathy not knowing you really move on when you do. Not knowing you realize life’s many opportunities and know there’s lot more than little, unimportant, pretentious nothings in life. You know the loss is their’s every time you move on. Your opinion of yourself stands far above the self-guttered, yet obviously pretentious, humble posings they have to offer. And you walk with that air, letting them call you whatever they may. Afterall, they matter little more than nothing in your life itself.

And there’s a strange elation about this proud parting. There’s not a hint of regret in that final decision that comes to cut those loose chords which have been anything but the containment of your own being. And you’re far, far better off without them. While they dwell in their delusions de’ grandeure, you know you have more important things to indulge in. With a steady feat, you make your way out of the crowd of idiots – afterall, what’s better than letting them keep the two cents when world out there awaits to lay a fortune at your very feet? ;)