you are (un)welcome

   

   There's nothing in life that can so easily piss me off as the "unwelcome" feeling.

   Obviously, in our everyday life, we have to face it.  It starts in the bank  queue  or in the supermarket when you grab the last loaf of bread. But this is not what I'm talking about. I'm referring to those situations that involves someone you care about. And then we ask ourselves: when did this person's-unconditional-honesty end to give place to those bullshit-little-lies? And when I think of this I remember something else, there are no "unconditional somethings". The only unconditional thing is true love, and that is fucking hard to get. 

    It's funny how that "place where you'd rather be" unwelcomes you. 

   And then you have to choose between the fast sense of pleasure or respect. This time I was wise enough to choose respect. 

   Now I'm happy. See, when you respect yourself the pleasure takes a long time to come, but when it does, it lasts.