Disassociate

So once again it comes to disassociation. It remains as the only option I'm willing to take. I won't confront because it hurts, I won't wither away because then I'd die. I must teach myself not to care, not to be hurt, to make it not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my choice. Not a failure towards me, just a failure to himself. And to him it's not a failure. The first step is to admit that you have a problem. He doesn't have a problem; he never will. And then he'll die. And the problem will fade. But I'll never forget.

Today is 4/20.
I almost ran out of government because of that today.
But
Their choice, their problem.
Just don't expect what you can't have.
Disassociate.
Remove myself from the situation.
Don't be angry at someone who won't understand because it's just a waste of energy.
It's not a problem for them, and you complaining won't make it one.
Except for you.
Which isn't pleasant.
You have enough problems already.
Just ignore.
What you can't fix... because it isn't broken to enough of the population.
Today is 4/20.
I'm pissed.
I'm tired.
But more than that...I've suddenly learned that you can't stick your convictions to other people. They only work for you and people who are open to be swayed one way or another. If they've already chosen, then bitching at them won't magically change their minds.
I'm just tired of existing in a place where I'm surrounded by morons.
When a dog takes a crap you stick his nose in it.
Why can't we train humans the same way?
It's too bad that they think the craps their crapping out is some kind of sweet perfume.