Man slut

I have a love/hate relationship with people, this is no secret; I think anyone that actually knows me will agree with this statement. They can be a source of great inspiration, of fun and laughter to me and can also drag me down to the depths of despair; all in the same day. But they intrigue me all the same - it is a great mystery that I will never be able to understand; to the point where just when I think I've had enough of being sociable it pulls me back for more. This process can take some time admittedly but it usually always happens. 

Intrigue is the key to this post. Last week I was called a slag and a whore by someone, it's been well documented in the archive. I would normally take offence to such words - I take offence at a whole lot less normally; but I didn't. Whether it was said in jest or not is immaterial because it intrigues me, totally and utterly, I find the whole scenario compelling. 

I have never been called a slag or a whore by anyone before, they're not nice words to use are they? And they should not be spoken lightly? But I don't mind being labeled as such, if that's what the person thinks of me then fine, everyone is entitled to an opinion. And I like their bravado and forthright attitude in being able to say so; I could say they were being judgmental but I won't. If that's what they perceive of me then so be it and I am not writing this to try and change their mind or opinion. 

What I can't understand is how they have come to such a conclusion. This is the part that intrigues me so, I love the mystery of how the human mind works. How does this person view my life to make such remarks? Maybe they are using their life as a moral benchmark to perceive mine, it is a logical train of thought, I do it myself and I'm sure everyone does. But it still does not answer the perception theory, of how what little of my life they know is enough to draw such conclusions. I think they take a casual interest in this blog and I talk to them and tell them some personal things; but that does not make a man. I do not always tell the truth and a great deal of what I say or write is tinged with humour. Sometimes I say or write things just to get a reaction or to cause a misconception; it's a means to an end and nothing more. 

Perhaps I'm reading too much into the whole scenario and it's just some sort of payback, we have an uneasy friendship - if you can even call it a friendship. I believe I upset them from time to time and they sure do the same to me. Perhaps I've upset them recently and this is just payback time; it would be a shame if this were the truth and there was nothing more. I know I can make a mockery of life and of people; and I find humour in the strangest of places but it's just me. It is never anything personal but I can understand how some people may not see the funny side. 

I just wish we could sit down over a coffee and talk this through openly and honestly; to strip away the mystery and try and find some truths, but I think we are already too far gone. I don't think we could ever find a level upon which we are both comfortable to bring our truths to the table. Perhaps the only truth is that I am a slag and a whore, but that's for me to know and everyone else to perceive. Regardless of whatever is fact and whatever is fiction it's irrelevant to a mind already set on believing its' own truth anyway.

The title and the t-shirt image is not an attempt to make a mockery of this post, it's just there to prove I am not taking this whole thing personally. Peace out boys and girls, until later xx.