Salting the wound. and miscellaneous crap.

Ventured into hostile territory over the weekend. To a place where I figured I would not have much welcome. However all went well. But I do not intend to return unless there is a special occasion and my kids want me there. I do not see the wisdom in reopening what I feel are fairly well scarred over wounds. Why put oneself through that? I am, and have been, all about moving forward. Going back isn't an answer to anything. The past is gone. Let it die and rest in peace. Cant do a damn thing about it. But actions taken in the here and now, the present, can pave the road to the future. So forward is the only way to go. I am convinced. Besides, why would I want to go back?
I think its weak. Pining for the glorious past. Guess what? It wasn't so glorious. You hear these news morons saying they wish things were so much simpler like when they were young. When your young, yeah, its simple. Was life easier? No. Life is hard. The simple motto is "Don't be a Pussy". Take risks. Get out there and live it. And if your not content, you have the power to make changes. You may not have the balls to do it though. Separate issue.
I find these blogs interesting. You can write about topics close to your heart. You can use it to vent (as I tend to). You can use it to simply bitch and moan. I think if your going to give someone a snapshot into your life, be accurate. Good stuff happens as does bad stuff. Its the old half empty or half full. Me, some days are more empty, some more full. And that, I believe, is the way it should be. Delusion, psychotic people are eternally happy. Miserable, depressed people the opposite. I swing both ways. For that is life.