Isolated Blurt Thread

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logophile, is that pink thing on your butt ruffles? Doesn't it feel weird sitting down in those? :)
 
Bishonen said:
logophile, is that pink thing on your butt ruffles? Doesn't it feel weird sitting down in those? :)

They're actually little tiny tulle roses.
And I wouldn't know how they feel when I sit on them.
When I wear those panties, I'm usually on my knees or laying on my belly.
 
First he said:

"Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job."

Then later:

"Katrina exposed serious problems in our response capability at all levels of government. And to the extent that the federal government didn't fully do its job right, I take responsibility. I want to know what went right and what went wrong. I want to know how to better cooperate with state and local government. But, I want to assure you all that I've just got some good news. I Just Saved a heck of a lot of money on car insurance by switching to Geico.


ok- I made that last part up, but how far off is it really?
for actual quotes:
http://www.dubyaspeak.com/hurricane.phtml
 
Our phone call was 77 minutes long and we clarified exactly nothing.
So I reread ever email we've ever sent to each other, hoping for some clue of what to do or how to proceed.
But all I could find there was proof that we fell in love kindly, respectfully, quickly and deeply.
I love you. But I don't know how long I can do this.
I'm living off crumbs at this point, and you know how that feels.
 
logophile said:
Our phone call was 77 minutes long and we clarified exactly nothing.
So I reread ever email we've ever sent to each other, hoping for some clue of what to do or how to proceed.
But all I could find there was proof that we fell in love kindly, respectfully, quickly and deeply.
I love you. But I don't know how long I can do this.
I'm living off crumbs at this point, and you know how that feels.

welcome
to lit.



~and i do like you~
 
Light and fluffy

I know I haven't been to this thread for a while, or Lit in general for that matter, albeit the last due to the loss of the net. I have to admit that when I did start posting again under this thread, I tried to keep it light and fluffy. A deterent to the massive weight of angst and youth that plauged me earlier. To be blunt though, only nine months have passed since I've joined. I find that immensely interesting. Nine months. Long enough for a pregnancy. A re-birth as it were. I must admit that I feel happier not having the internet. Not worrying about what someone in another state may or may not feel about what I say. I feel better not worrying about whether or not I'm even noticed. I find Lit home though for many reasons. The biggest being an outlet to showcase my meager talents as a would be hack of a writer.

I guess I'm writing this now because I'm doing better. I am better. I feel good. For once in my life. I stopped my meds on my own, and I'm feeling fine. At times I feel that darkness gripping tight around my very being ready to drag me down. I look at it, cringe, begin to fear again, then I say, "Wait. Why? What's wrong with my life now? Nothing." In that moment the sun shines bright once more and I am free. Free to live. It's a great thing to live. Truly live in a real world where sweat drips from playing DDR and smiles of new friends stay fresh in my mind.

The only thing I ever wanted to do was to help others. That's what I always said. I had to help myself first. Be myself as it were. It's so hard to grow up. Even now I see adults, mid-thirties or so, still want to be free, themselves, kids. It's nearly impossible because of life, bills, kids of their own, etc... Some manage to find the balance of responsibility and freedom. I commend them and tip my figurative hat to them. Others seem to take an extreme idealology. Either too strict with no fun and depression, or too free and no fun because of bills, and of course, extreme depression.

I don't have the answers. I never did. I look into the future of my life and see many problems waiting for me. Relationship wise. I'm a loner. Always have been. Always will be. I can hide away in the recess of my mind and be content for days. Play some evoking music and I'm lost for hours, oblivious to the world. The only problem with that, love. I want to be loved. We all do. Who doesn't want to be loved? Who at the moment where they become concious of their own actions will say, "You know what? I hate love. I don't need it." Personal opinion coming up, I say no one. Those who hate and strike out against are lacking the love they so desperately need. Again, my opinion. I hate trivial matters, yet I let them run my life. My "entertainment" and desire for fun, such as a new movie, anime, manga, or hours of playing DDR, pale in comparrsion to being selfless and truly caring for someone, just because I should. Yet, I am still selfish. I always want to say shellfish. I wish I could be a shellfish. Seems like that might make matters easier. Just become an oyster.

What's the point to this blurt? This time. I know. Rika's ranting about nothing again. Just throwing out words to see who they hit. I'd like to think that I've learned something these past nine months. I've learned a lot from you here at Lit. Those who flame, those who love, those indifferent, all contribute. All is special and unique. All is needed.

I find it very difficult in myself to be selfless. I'm trying my best now to learn humility. I am better than none, and worse than many. Yet, in the end, we are all the same. Human.

Selflessness, in my opinion once more, doesn't come from donating a ton of money. It doesn't come from donating time. It doesn't come from sacraficing the last bit of something you have so someone else can be sustained a little longer. I say it doesn't come from these things because these, to me, seem to be the result of selflessness. Selflessness is love. Unconditional. I can love, but I can't be loved. Does that make sense? Not really. That's my problem. I have't really come to love myself. I feel that many are that way. Again, all my personal thoughts from observations of life.

I desperately want to be with someone. I want to have someone in my life, but I want it to be for the right reasons. I want to be able to treat the person right, and I can't do that now. So, perhaps the next nine months will spark another re-birth. I do hope so. In these dark times of solitude and reflection, only light is found. Only companionship is present.

The only thing that I can ever really ask for, is what's been asked for all along. Can't we all just get along? Seems such a simple idea doesn't it? Yet, illusions are thrown into our lives to distract us from simple truths. Common sense truths.

Death does not allow us to take our worldly weatlh. After we die, what is reported about us is not what possesions we have amassed, but what our character was. Friends are friends. Enemies are enemies. As long as we our alive, people in our lives can interchange those two categories. Once we our dead, they are set forever.

I write this because like everyone, I seek approval. I want to be recognized. I write this here, because I want to be recognized by friends and enemies alike. I have both. I can not deny that. Despite best efforts to keep only one collumn full, it just can not be. My hope is that at the end of it all, my friends collumn be more filled than my enemies.
 
I LOVE Ellen Degeneres!

Does that make me Bi?










Seriously, she reminds me so much of my sister whom I love, too. (Platonically!!) Same look and silly sense of humor. I've thought so for years.
 
BlackShanglan said:
*sigh*

Can't post mine. People will think I'm degenerate.

But I know.
You're a degenerate?! I'm the one who's fantasizing about making out with a horse! :devil:

Psst, don't call PETA, the horse likes it.
 
OhMissScarlett said:
You're a degenerate?! I'm the one who's fantasizing about making out with a horse! :devil:

Psst, don't call PETA, the horse likes it.

The horse would be a fool not to.
 
entitled said:
You can send it to me, though. i won't tell.

I'm afraid I'll have to stick with the old King Midas alternative. The isolated blurt thread is, in fact, our bed of reeds. (Although I think my ears rather more refined than an ass's.)


Shanglan
 
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