just random

watched the holiday, had a long walk, a real long walk, memories flooding back, and it's a wonderful sunday night. my room's windy, with that tinge blend of green scent, must be the rain. why are we exchanging the life stories? 'cause i cant find any reason why we shouldnt..regarding betrayal, i guess somehow we all experience it one way or another, mild or intense, perhaps the best resolution among the worst to me, is to compartmentalize my life so as to minimize the damage, and i wont lead a malfunctioning life, ok, may be partially malfunctioning but overall i m still kicking up a good life and laughing at the miseries. it's hypothetical, not everyone has a crystal ball that reads into future. he said, you are on your own, solider; since when i m not, since when?