Living in the Land of Being a Dick Part II

Sometimes there really isn't much you can say to a person. Other times all you want to do is cuss them out like Sailor from NYC. (Anyone who knows a sailor or a NY native knows what I mean.) The people who usually fall under either situation are probably being a dick in some way. When I say probably, I mean they definitely are.
When someone close to you is being a dick you can handle the situation either of the above mentioned ways. There are times when I start out with the silent treatment, because anything you say to them is breath otherwise wasted. Then there are other times where you can't help but play therapist. You genuinely want to help correct their dick-ism but they just aren't having it.
Then you must resort to freaking out on them and yelling obscenities at them to get them to come to earth. Telling them you won't sit with them and eat biscuits at BoJangles, when they're sad, anymore because they're being a dick.. sometimes really works.
Whatever the case may be people need to understand one thing..everything you say or do...look or feel affects..someone else. Whether you want to admit it or not, you googling something changes you. As does going to Kroger instead of Wal-Mart. Everything has its own equal and individual repercussions. This usually gives someone the fuel to either be a good person or even just normal cool human being or to live in the land of being a dick.
On a more serious note, I need to say that I really want to write about something that happened to me tonight specifically. It needs to be a separate blog because it is very involved, emotional, and needs thought more than I can put in on just a blogger app. But the subject falls into the trend of "Living in the Land of Being a Dick" because it is about someone who should reside there. It is about a disrespect that has manifested for years but is now being shown with a magnitude I never thought possible.

To be continued...
In conclusion ladies and gents, stop being a dick. And if you aren't then people who are being dicks to you in your life remember how to deal with them. Stop letting them float on their dick train and ruin you or your day.

Short Story: Plaguesis

I wish I knew why I had become human again. Rosy cheeks, warm and supple skin; features that I had not possessed for nearly a century. This gift has been rumored to come to a slight many of my kind. But how? I was seemingly chosen to lie among the few.
No warning preceded my transformation back into a being with a beating heart. No weakening of my powers or a solitary tell tale sign of a fragile existence that I had become once more. I was born human. It could be that Tellus is finally raising up an army against Plaguesis.
Can this be true? Plaguesis has ruled the land for over 125 years. I witnessed when the Darkness covered the mountains, the oceans, and the trees and all of Tellus's beautiful creations fell to servitude at the hands of Plaguesis. He has reeked wide spread panic, chaos, and death; immortal beasts, the Darkness, and even unleashed Hades on what we know as Earth. After Hades' demise from rule with the Olympian Gods, not a single soul ever dreamed he would reign on this plane ever again.
As I begin to put the pieces together, I wonder; if Tellus is slowly succeeding at reclaiming her children, her magnificent creations, perhaps there is a hope after all. The greatest hope we have is that our Earth Mother, Tellus, has reassembled her army; that they have risen once more, the Purus.
The Purus was only a myth; a story of folklore shared among the people for thousands of years. No living mortal or immortal being has ever laid eyes upon the Purus, except for Plaguesis. The fall of him and the Darkness came at the hands of the Purus all those centuries ago.
Those on the run from Plaguesis and his demons would share stories; tales of war, their fight for humanity. As the diseases, famine, and blood shed engulfed the entire countryside; so did the loss of humanity. Immortal beasts reigned and fell senex to Plaguesis. Humans instantaneously transformed into all sorts of dark creatures under Plaguesis's rule.
Meanwhile, only one hope remained. That Tellus was behind my transformation, and soon many, like me, would regain their beating heart and mortality.