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There are certain things that drive me absolutely nuts.
One, games. Just not a huge fan of games, watching others play them, having others attempt to play them on me, watching friends fall into traps, etc. I have said this many times (though have to admit this is not the source of the post)... If I like you, I will help you however I can. If I find out that you were playing games with me, which I will... to get me to like you, you are dead to me.
I have a new pet peeve that I have found, that I think I have always had... just noticed it tonight more than usual due to various postings of people that I have read recently. I can't stand watching people make the same mistakes again and again, especially if they are mistakes they should know better about, and they are things that they have begged me for help on.
I know as well as anyone else how hard it is to be in a slump. To think that there is nothing left that you can do on something, relating to someone. To see a train wreck heading your way and just not feel that you have the strength to step out of the way. Heck, I still am a sucker and fall for things even when I know better. Part of what makes me a 'nice guy' I reckon. Still... Mostly concerning relationships and such, I watch people I know, who should know better, keep falling into the same traps. Keep their laurels on the head of a singular individual or given type of person that really is not compatible.
Not that I am much better I will admit. The last person that I actually felt love towards was absolutely the worst possible person someone like me could ever fall for given the situation I was in at the time. Even after whatever we had was gone, I kept holding on and hoping that something, anything, would happen again. I have to say I am thankful that it did not, even if at the time I would have done anything if it did. Still, the pain of the mistakes I have made are what have shaped me into who I am...
Maybe that is all people need, just that level of pain to guide them. Not discomfort, not uncomfortable, but truly gut rending pain. The type of pain that you are positive that whatever lay beyond life would be better than this. The type of pain that takes years to recover from. The fire that tempers the cold iron into something steel and powerful. After talking to a good number of people who I respect (which is often more important than if I like them or not), all of them have experienced a singular moment of pain such as I describe. They don't always admit to the fact that it was pain... but you can see it in their eyes as they beat around the bush on the topic. They know pain, they accepted it, and they have grown from the experience.
I have to admit that all the various things have made me a little timid. I shy away from people that I find myself getting too close to. I can not ask a girl out in a serious manner ( I can joke, I can tease, I can hint... but I can not get to the point ). I think these are just a few soft spots due to the smelting that require a little more time to temper. Who can say?
To all those out there who complain about the pain they are suffering... I am proud of you. To be able to talk about it means that you are accepting of it. To all those who have survived something so painful they wish they were dead, you have my respect. You are a much stronger person because of what you faced, this I promise you. We are who we are because of what we have experienced throughout our lives. Anyone who wishes to change anything about their past lives is a fool (some exceptions I will warrent).
Life is joy, life is love, life is pain, life is lived.
'Life's not a song, life isn't bliss, life is just this, it's living.'
Drew
One, games. Just not a huge fan of games, watching others play them, having others attempt to play them on me, watching friends fall into traps, etc. I have said this many times (though have to admit this is not the source of the post)... If I like you, I will help you however I can. If I find out that you were playing games with me, which I will... to get me to like you, you are dead to me.
I have a new pet peeve that I have found, that I think I have always had... just noticed it tonight more than usual due to various postings of people that I have read recently. I can't stand watching people make the same mistakes again and again, especially if they are mistakes they should know better about, and they are things that they have begged me for help on.
I know as well as anyone else how hard it is to be in a slump. To think that there is nothing left that you can do on something, relating to someone. To see a train wreck heading your way and just not feel that you have the strength to step out of the way. Heck, I still am a sucker and fall for things even when I know better. Part of what makes me a 'nice guy' I reckon. Still... Mostly concerning relationships and such, I watch people I know, who should know better, keep falling into the same traps. Keep their laurels on the head of a singular individual or given type of person that really is not compatible.
Not that I am much better I will admit. The last person that I actually felt love towards was absolutely the worst possible person someone like me could ever fall for given the situation I was in at the time. Even after whatever we had was gone, I kept holding on and hoping that something, anything, would happen again. I have to say I am thankful that it did not, even if at the time I would have done anything if it did. Still, the pain of the mistakes I have made are what have shaped me into who I am...
Maybe that is all people need, just that level of pain to guide them. Not discomfort, not uncomfortable, but truly gut rending pain. The type of pain that you are positive that whatever lay beyond life would be better than this. The type of pain that takes years to recover from. The fire that tempers the cold iron into something steel and powerful. After talking to a good number of people who I respect (which is often more important than if I like them or not), all of them have experienced a singular moment of pain such as I describe. They don't always admit to the fact that it was pain... but you can see it in their eyes as they beat around the bush on the topic. They know pain, they accepted it, and they have grown from the experience.
I have to admit that all the various things have made me a little timid. I shy away from people that I find myself getting too close to. I can not ask a girl out in a serious manner ( I can joke, I can tease, I can hint... but I can not get to the point ). I think these are just a few soft spots due to the smelting that require a little more time to temper. Who can say?
To all those out there who complain about the pain they are suffering... I am proud of you. To be able to talk about it means that you are accepting of it. To all those who have survived something so painful they wish they were dead, you have my respect. You are a much stronger person because of what you faced, this I promise you. We are who we are because of what we have experienced throughout our lives. Anyone who wishes to change anything about their past lives is a fool (some exceptions I will warrent).
Life is joy, life is love, life is pain, life is lived.
'Life's not a song, life isn't bliss, life is just this, it's living.'
Drew