An illusion is something that appears to be there that isn't. Everyone creates an illusion at times, usually to prevent the pain
from someone else, other times it's to attract a person to us (either romantically, friendship, etc) and it's only so long before
we let our guards down before the illusion disappears, or until the person caught up in the illusion just decides to break away
and go their own way.
I won't get into too many details here, actually, I'm not going to get into any details at all. I find it best if I just do instead
of pouring out information at free will, since things can become biased in one direction or the other, so all of my thoughts
and such will remain trapped in the vault, and the key has been thrown away.
Instead, I will tell you a story of someone who thought he was smarter than everyone else, and it all blew up in his face. Unfortunately
pseudonym's need to be changed, and other vague information (I don't need stupid people to reenter my life), but the plot remains the
same.
I used to be friends with this kid that we'll refer to as Doucher. Doucher was an alright person, good to hang out with in small doses, but
always had this "god" complex, where he needed to know information and withheld information from everyone. It could be anything from
computer related topics, to someone talking smack; it didn't matter, he would keep it to himself and try to hold it over your head. The games
he played were easily caught onto, and for someone he considered to be his best friend, the lies all started.
Now, I'm not one to lie. I hate lying. The concept that I'm this really nice guy and don't have an ounce of douche baggery in me is a funny conception.
Like I said, illusions are created by everyone. One thing I will do is always question what people tell me, even if I don't vocally come out and say it.
I may not find out every little lie or every little detail, but I will find out most things - I have my ways. I'm also an observant person, so
things someone says and what they do are always noted.
So Doucher starts his "ultimate lie". We won't get into what it was since it really had nothing to do with me directly, but in certain situations, his lies
would create a hostile environment that I could care less to be in. It took a very short time to realize the bullshit he was doing, so out came the
scissors, and the string was cut. I wanted him out of my life for good, but it wasn't that simple. He was removed from my personal life with ease. It wasn't
until he had this notion that he was smarter than everyone else, until he really burned his bridges. He has since been out of my life (and others) entirely,
and this group of people couldn't be happier.
Moral of the story? Play with fire, you're going to get burned.
Another example is when I had moved back to CT, CLoz had asked me to join his band... well, at least audition for it. Reluctantly I did, since I was dating Cut and
she was against me playing guitar to begin with, but that's not part of this story. I joined the band with CLoz, and everything was pretty good (aside from my opinions on
the direction of the band/some of the music, but that's not important). A few months after we started playing shows, the band suddenly were at each others throats. It
almost came to the point where CLoz and I were about to throw down. It was a brutal time for the band, as well as our friendship. We decided to disband, though the drummer and
I formed a new group. The music was better (in my opinion) and the drummer kissed my ass a lot. I questioned that. I hung out with CLoz and we started talking about the
band, and that's when all of the drummers true colors showed up. Theft of money from what the band had earned the nights of the shows, who really said what and to who, the 2 faced
lies the drummer claimed as truths to different people, even though his truths changed from person to person, and the list could go on.
Something had happened one night that the singer didn't take kindly to, so after some discussion with him and the bass player (a whole other story all on its own), we decided
that after the next show we played (when we opened for a national act), we were going to bounce from the band and not let the drummer know. We played the show, took the drummers
van keys and dropped them behind the seat of his van (they only opened the side door), and packed our equipment in several other vehicles. He called us after we packed up and split,
wondering where we were. I told him what was up and he flipped out. His sister (another long story) called me asking what happened, and didn't seem too surprised since she knew what
her brother was doing (which highly irked me, but whatever, blood is thicker than water), and everything was to be left at that. The drummer had 1 piece of dirt on me, but it was
about Doucher, and I didn't care if Doucher found about it.
I've learned over the years, that making a grand exit to someone's life isn't always the best method. Actually, it normally isn't a good idea to begin with. So with that learned, I've
learned to silently slip away - ignore calls, texts, facebook messages, e-mails, etc., so that I don't have to be a complete shit head to someone. Do I think that a person should know
why someone doesn't want to associate with them? Absolutely. However, a few people have said they believe otherwise. I guess it all depends on the person on how I'll handle my exits
from now on. When things have noticeably changed, it's usually too late and that I've already a.) given up, b.) found too many lies, or c.) I just don't care anymore. I know more than
people think I do, and even though I won't always come out and say it, I can assure you the time I spend in your life is limited.
