Thank You...In General Though

You're welcome.
Not for the many times you'd be running and I'd come get you. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because to you I never say no. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because I put my career on the line because I believe in you. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because you drive even though it means I'm stranded while you have fun. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for the times I take you on adventures. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because you are fed and your pocket isn't empty. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for the times I'm alone and I worry. In general though.
You are welcome.
Not because I buy things for you just to see a smile. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because my home and my bed are shared and open to you. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for silently hurting while you tell me about amazing sex with everyone...but me.
In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for the times I offer guidance. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because I offered myself in your place. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for trying to keep you on track. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not for the essays and articles. In general though.
You're welcome.
Not because I love without being loved.
 In general though.
You are welcome
Because in all of this, you are not a burden, you are a blessing. In general though.

A few forgotten lessons

I haven't posted since January of this year partially because I'm lazy and partially because I really haven't had anything noteworthy to write about.

No good deed goes unpunished. Don't ever be surprised by this.
Placing someone else's needs in front of your own can and often does leave you taken advantage of. You should still put others before yourself.
You should be careful how much you invest in others. They may just keep taking and resent you when you no longer give.
Unrequited affection is a perfect reason to leave.
Anyone who makes you feel like less or makes you question yourself is a damn ENEMY.
If you are ashamed of how you feel, you are a damn fool. Own your fucking feelings.
If someone is willing to allow you to compromise yourself to benefit themselves, again, ENEMY.
If you don't work hard, you get nothing. Quit bitching.
If you do work hard, chances are, you'll still get nothing. Quit bitching.
The world owes you nothing.
If someone is good to you, appreciate that shit and return it in kind. There are too many shitty people for your lack of gratitude.
Your goals should include making life better.
You will hurt someone eventually. The aim is to hurt as few as possible and show compassion when you have to do it.
People are assholes. Greedy, selfish takers. All people. Unless you're the Pope, or Jesus.
If someone hurts you, as hard as it may be, don't kill them.
If you love someone and they don't love you, why are they there? Why are YOU?
If you're attracted to someone and they aren't attracted to you, why are they still there?
If you are someone's back-up, you fucking deserve that shit.
Closets are for fucking clothes.  So are damn labels.
Fuck the Jones'. I have my own drummer, my own life ideal. You do you.

There. Some life lessons I feel like sharing.

Exile and the Watchtower

I built Watchtower four years ago. I had found myself stumbling through the dark, damp alleyways of my soul. Afraid. Weak. Alone. With every step, I seemed unable to evade my inner demons as they taunted; tripping, pulling at me and laughing at me from the shadows with a sinister conviction only the ghosts of children's nightmares can conjure.

I had lost my job, my love, my friends and my self.  If I was to survive, I needed to escape.  I needed to retreat and heal. I had to regain focus. I had work to do.

While I could spin tales of how and why, those are stories for another day. What is important is that somewhere in my partially self imposed exile, I found something. I found that in my singularity, I am strong. I found the Watchtower. 

From my perch, I was able to focus on my amazing career. I was able to focus on a gift I've been given and hone skills most couldn't understand. I found my center. I was able to call upon talents and discovered that these talents can protect and guide others. 

From my place of exile, my fortress in the sky, I can and I do, make the difference. 

Forgive the vagueness. Forgive me for my brevity. It's late and I'm tired. I needed practice.