The Allure of the Chips Can be Resisted
That is a triumph, but a small one. I'm usually opposed to importing blogs or whatever, and I think automatically doing so is even worse, but I felt like this could fit both places, perhaps even better here than Facebook, so here we go.
Life never stops.
Once it gets going, you go until you're done, and you get no breaks whatsoever. You don't even get to pick when it starts. What a bunch of hoo-haa. Then again, maybe we did get to pick when it started. Maybe we got to look at a table of history, and select a year and location. Except I just made that up.
And sometimes, everything around you makes you so uncomfortable that you think, jeez, maybe I won't even be able to finish my note.
But see, that mood is what made you think you had to write the note in the first place. But then the forces around you conspire to distress you in a way you didn't even think was possible. You have no defense, because your escape is guarded by the enemy.
I just want someone I can trust. Someone that won't judge me. Someone that won't give me rhetoric. I don't want, "Everything's your fault, so here is how you must fix it." I don't want, "Well, I'm sure everything will be alright." I don't want, "Well, you don't actually have any problems. Think of how much worse this situation completely unrelated to your circumstances is." I'm not sure what that leaves. That may be a problem of ours...having no idea what we want. I just want a moderate voice. A calm, thoughtful, kind voice. Maybe I had someone like that once. I feel like I miss it. But somehow, I didn't know anyone like this on a deep enough level. There must be some out there. Maybe I just have to go looking for them.
I want to get past this point where everything frightens, frustrates, disappoints, disgusts, or upsets me, or tears away at the fabric of my soul. I want fast relief. I want some heartache powder to put under my tongue.
Life never stops.
Once it gets going, you go until you're done, and you get no breaks whatsoever. You don't even get to pick when it starts. What a bunch of hoo-haa. Then again, maybe we did get to pick when it started. Maybe we got to look at a table of history, and select a year and location. Except I just made that up.
And sometimes, everything around you makes you so uncomfortable that you think, jeez, maybe I won't even be able to finish my note.
But see, that mood is what made you think you had to write the note in the first place. But then the forces around you conspire to distress you in a way you didn't even think was possible. You have no defense, because your escape is guarded by the enemy.
I just want someone I can trust. Someone that won't judge me. Someone that won't give me rhetoric. I don't want, "Everything's your fault, so here is how you must fix it." I don't want, "Well, I'm sure everything will be alright." I don't want, "Well, you don't actually have any problems. Think of how much worse this situation completely unrelated to your circumstances is." I'm not sure what that leaves. That may be a problem of ours...having no idea what we want. I just want a moderate voice. A calm, thoughtful, kind voice. Maybe I had someone like that once. I feel like I miss it. But somehow, I didn't know anyone like this on a deep enough level. There must be some out there. Maybe I just have to go looking for them.
I want to get past this point where everything frightens, frustrates, disappoints, disgusts, or upsets me, or tears away at the fabric of my soul. I want fast relief. I want some heartache powder to put under my tongue.