Vinyl or A Track?

don't you hate it when someone is always right? i don't know about you, but there is rarely something that frustrates me more. for some people, it is when someone presses the button at the traffic light again, for me, it is constantly being proven wrong. i just hate being wrong.

the most aggravating type of these people are the ones who think they know how it feels like to be you. they think that they can read you like a Dr. Seuss book, full of rhythm and rhyme and a simple story line (though slightly quirky). no real depth, or if there is it's seen in a "been there, done that" light. they always have the answer, they think that they have the assembly manual to your life and can put you back together like a not-quite-so-broken humpty dumpty.

the problem is, that though these people are often off-mark, they can surprise you with insight, pointing out things in your life that you have been carefully avoinding, using as a veil to protect the real you. these things that you have conciously put on over the years to create a better you. a less vulnerable you. a more solid you. these things that you have carefully assembled around yourself, are to these people, visible and surprisingly repulsive, which of course they are, but who wants to hear that?

i really hate it when that happens, which is often enough. i know it's wrong, but i kind of like my veil of nothings, i at least am kind of afraid of what i would be without them.

anyway, this whole massive thing comes from being told that i was either a vinyl in a false sleeve, or an a track that can only be played by an a track player. the only problem is, the person went on to say, is that a track players are few and far between. lucky me :)

this is all rubbish anyways. ive just had a frustrating, paradigm shift-like week, with no one to talk to about it (or at least thats how it feels to me) sorry for the ramble, i'll try to keep it to a minimum next time.