dear lord, hear my rant

is it written on my face? is there a sticker stuck on my back that says, "screw me over!"?

take advantage of me, i won't notice. use me, i won't care. insult me, it'll make you feel better.


"hark! the human punching bag has arrived!"

"he's like a towel! if you wring him, sure he gets a little twisted, but hey!, he'll pop back into shape in no time flat!"

"my god, bob, you've got so many faults, its just too easy for anyone to tell you off... i mean, give you advice."

"hey, bob. glad you're here! now i won't feel like the dumbest ass in the room! you complete me!"


i've been lied to, played the fool, insulted, humiliated, torn apart, kicked, prodded, pissed on, betrayed and all manner of crap that i can hardly stand to think of right now.


"but bob, it's not their fault you get shit on! you let them do it to you! you have a choice, you know... dumb ass."


i hear that all they time and everytime, all i do is smile. because, sure, its true. my behaviour and actions just compel people to think,"i can use this guy. i don't know how yet, but by golly its gotta be done. it's be such a pity and a waste not to... besides, its just toooooo easy."

and i tell myself its, ok. somebody has to lose in a game. it makes me a better person. it builds character. it offers me a more well-rounded life experience. yup. i'm the foundation of other people's success, and that ain't bad. i make other people feel better about themselves and that's the greatest gift you can hope to give anyone. the least important word in the english language is "I".

play it again, sam. i'm still only 24.