Reflection: Flaws

People will always be people, especially in their fatal flaws. And apparently I was at one point in my life were surrounded with those who have such overwhelming fatal flaws that it should have sufficated me dead.

I use to know this person that was a utter parasite; non-self sustainting and used people in every way possible till they got sick of them and kicked that person to the wayside. And I just found out that this little parasite is taking credit for some of my earlier photographic work and is displaying them publicly declaring them as their work after they found out that I have become a successful photographer.

Then there is this one particular cog I use to know that is the most self conflicting person I have ever met. Declares themselves to be one thing and does something completely contradictory to it. Doesn't know their own ass from their own head, thinks they are so ultra liberal/advance in their lifestyle and mindset only to become come cogs in another snotty nitche. This person now likes to parade themself around me to show off or something.

Along with those two lovely people there is also the 'dead weight' supposed friend. The kind of individual that verbally says that they support you and encourages you only to encroach and sabotage everything you worked so hard on behind your back. This one is trying to crawl back into my new life after finding out my newfound success in life.

And then there is the leader of this pack, Shallow and their entorage of Its-All-About-Me. Only this one can not make themselves look good by themselves. They must use others to make themselves look good. As that one person once so wonderfully said to me once in complete honesty "What better way to make yourself look great then to be surrounded by those in horrid condition and pathetically ruined while leading a trail of photographers behind you." All of a sudden they find out that I was divorced, my mother dies, I am a photographer and this person wants to be my new best friend.


So as I stand back and think about this it makes me realize my flaw: as much as I hate people I was still so nice to them. My only reward in the end was a swift unpleaseant kick in the ass with a spike covered shoe and for eternatity the theme of "I should have known better..." embossed across the experience of my life.

If only 100 Bullets was true... I would take the briefcase.