Get some shit up off my chest, Part Deux

So maybe I took it a bit hard. Whatever. I'm taking it really well, in my humble opinion.

Everyone else is crying their guts out. But here's the deal: shit happens. I don't really give a fuck what you do with your life. So go out and do it. Just know that your actions have consequences. On other people.

I guess all I'm trying to say here is that everyone is making too big of a deal about this. Sure, I may be being distant, maybe that's just the way I like to deal with things. In my other worlds, things are simpler.

The plug meets the port, the data is sent, the command is executed. The box does what I tell it too, things are simple.

I strum, I sing, sound comes out. Things are simple.

But people aren't like that, you know? People are stupid and impulsive and they do stupid shit all the time and rarely think about what that shit does to other people. Then they apologize and get emotional and cry their fucking eyes out.

But shit happens. And sometimes you have to pull up your fucking bootstraps and deal with it. What happens happens, learn to live with it. Don't spend all of your time apologizing for past wrongs. Say sorry if need be and move on.

Move the fuck on.