What do you think?

If you invite someone to a location for a visit and to explore that location on many occasions always to be met with objections or reasons why that person can't visit, would that disappoint you? If the same person invited you to whatever place he/she is in to hang out or explore in one way or another and even though your requests to have that person visit were refused you still go to that person, would you feel like you were being used or were on the short end of a one sided relationship? If that same person was found at the exact place you offered many times to show at the singular simple asking of another, how would that make you feel? Yes there is some jealousy in there but it's more complex. Even without the jealousy your heart would sink as the whole string of events would leave you feeling inferior to the other individual and to the singularly inviting person. If not inferior then at least infuriated. The places you find to explore or at which to hang out are not any less important then the places anyone else finds. It all stems from how others perceive you. If the above is true then that person doesn't think too highly of you regardless of how he/she says.

Now the arguments to this that may arise would be, perhaps the individual is busy. That could be, but a greater frequency of refusing to come to you lessens the chances and believability that the person is truely busy each and every time. The person could be busy with someone else. True, that is very likely, but how could that person uphold being so enamored with you while refusing to visit you at every turn even in the chance of being always busy. If the said person is enamored with you then he/she should be willing to spend time with you even without those whom he/she is also enamored.

This is a rant, it is my rant, comment as you see fit but I will not change it.

Let's try this.

As many of you may know I am in school in RL questing for a degree in English, writing. I prefer creative writing and I will share some stories here for anyone who wishes to see them. There will be one such story here. Just let me know what you think, or don't, at least let me know you are viewing this. PS: a shameless plug: My shops in Caledon will have some new merchandise after this semester is over.

Strange Code

Explosions shook the battered old brick building that first sergeant Peters and his men were using as a hideout. The occasional corporal or private peeked around the corner, sometimes popping off a rifle blast or two at the encroaching German threat only to turn back belt out the Panzer’s location over the sound of the incessant shelling. Over all of this the field radio beside the first sergeant crackled as a voice sputtered to come through.
“The… Peered… Broken…Pane, over!” cracked the voice in the radio like a slow record player on a locomotive. Peters picked up the radio and sat it in his lap, brought his lit cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag before picking up the receiver.
“Hey! Whoever you are, stop mouthin’ off in the radio! We’re gettin’ shelled pretty bad out here and would appreciate if you would send that air support you promised!” yelled the first sergeant, his cigarette dangling from his lips.
The dust and debris scattered all about the cracked floor beneath the soldiers jumped up then fell back down at a large explosion that toppled the building across the rubble filled French street from the men and fell again in nearly the same arrangement
“The rat peered through … pane! Over!” the voice came through a bit stronger.
“Whathafucks that supposed to mean?” Peters yells into the receiver.
“Moxie, Dimples, Jackson, Alowitz, go get that canister Jackson left out there!” Peters commands the four soldiers who jump up and make a crouched dash for cover.
“The rat peered through the broken window pane, over!” The voice came through so clear the first sergeant could hear the British accent laced within it. Peters just blinked and looked around himself. He turned to look out of the hole next to his head and saw the soft glint of broken class on the front of the menacing giant creaking ever closer to him and his men.
“The tank? Over!” he yelled into the receiver
“Whot? Take it out of you can, but... ahem... the rat peered through the broken window pane, over” came the British voice. He shrugged and stood upright, setting the radio down and jerking the long-rifle off of the downed Nazi sniper laying amidst the dust on the old wooden floor.
Peters shoved the business end of the sniper’s rifle out of the rocky hole, lined up the marks on the rifle with the shattered glass on the giant green beast and pressed back the trigger. He didn’t hear the shot but the immediate red spray from the beast was enough evidence. His heart jumped and he plunged three more shots into the beast. A loud hiss echoed through the streets as the Panzer trembled to a stop. The top hatch boomed open and two shaken Nazi soldiers climbed out in time to become quick targets. Peter’s men had gathered the canister and cheered when the panzer and its crew were finally stopped. Nothing more was heard out of the British voice through the radio.

Alright, a test

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