All bad things start from disloyalty
To continue from my last post, there’s this movie people either love or hate: Bride with White Hair. In it, the protagonist jokingly promised his chick that he would get her a flower one day that only bloomed once every twenty years on a snow-capped mountaintop. Later in the story, he betrays her.
To make amends, he sits in the snow, alone, in front of this plant for ten years, waiting for it to bloom. For her. Fool boy.
A friend recently gave me a drunken compliment: Logan’s got his issues but he’s f___ing loyal. If I was locked up in a cell in Panama and I had one call, he’d be it.
See, anything bad that could happen starts with disloyalty, yeah?
Cheating, lying, stealing, it all starts from there. You can’t get there without being disloyal first.
The goods? Love, respect, trust – you can’t get there without being loyal first.
That’s why I’ve never cheated on anyone. It’s also why I never speak ill of anyone after we break up. At it’s most basic, it’s disloyal.
Unless the reason we broke up comes from disloyalty. Then, screw it. Screw them.
Yeah, I got my faults. I got a whole blog of faults. But what he said made my drunken night.
Cause the people that know me, they know I’d sit on a mountain top and wait. It might be a mountain of brick and mortar, but there I’d be.
Cause they know that I’m on their side. I’d wait.
Location: a bed with flowers on it
Music: on this mountain thinking to myself You’re a fool boy