Lacking

I feel as though my blog posts have been lacking recently; I'm not entirely sure why. It's not as though my life has suddenly gotten more mundane then it was. And it's not that I don't like to write. I don't know. Lol, maybe in cutting out some of the trouble-causing aspects of my life, I've left myself with fewer things to write about.

Ah, I got something. A lady friend of mine (apparently) recently attended the wedding of a couple that was friends with both her and her ex-boyfriend. (She went to school with the bride; her ex was friends with the groom.) Apparently, said ex laid into her at the wedding, over what I'm not entirely sure, but I believe over her already having another boyfriend (this came down to me third-hand). And then after the wedding, the groom sent her an email thanking her for coming, and then attacking her asking how she could do this to them?

Excuse me? What? How could she do what to them?!? She didn't even take her boyfriend to the wedding! What kind of friends attack you for moving on from a relationship? That makes my blood boil, particularly since I never really cared for anyone within that group (I hated her ex).

What is wrong with people? I don't get it; I'm glad that my ex's found someone else; it means they're less likely to try to rekindle anything with me. Maybe that was this guy's problem; the day after he broke up with her, he tried to get back with her and she wouldn't have it. Maybe he's bitter about that, and jealous that there's someone else in his old shoes to prevent him from getting her back. I don't know; he was a douche anyway. lol; "Roderick" is what we called him in my circle of friends. Good times, those were.

... Well, that didn't take up anywhere near the writing I thought it would. I don't think I rant and complain quite like I used to. It still happens, mind you, just not as much. Maybe I'm just starting to realize that people are people, and that we all have our neurosises that govern how we act. We all have things we fear, we all have feelings that can be hurt. We all have things that make us angry, or sad, or happy. We all do things that we're compelled to do, that maybe we don't want to do. And we all have things that we'd like to do, that maybe we feel like we can't, or we shouldn't, or that we aren't supposed to. Maybe the contradiction comes from society, or from our own insecurities. Maybe the conflict lies within us, stemming from not knowing what is best. The more I encounter people though, the less angry I feel, and the more I start to pity them. We're a sad, sad breed; so obsessed with being loved and accepted, but not willing to give that first.

I was talking with someone the other day about whether people had fundamentally changed or not. We both, more or less, agreed that throughout time, people really haven't changed. Methods of destruction have gotten more powerful, tools have gotten more useful, and maybe specialized knowledge of certain fields has evolved; but the average everyman? He's the same as he was 10,000 years ago. We're still confused children, lost in the dark, and petrified of the fire that grants us light.