PEOPLE THESE DAYS
ACCORDING TO GATHERED FEEDBACK FROM SELECT FRIENDS...
In a time of any of these people's crisis, its a no-win situation:
If I step back, I'm not being concerned or caring enough towards them.
If I try to be uplifting, I'm being disrespectfully lighthearted in the midst of their angst.
If I try to give constructive critisism, I'm being an insensitive cold-hearted bitch when I should be more supportive.
If I try to be there to listen, they don't want to talk about it.
If I DON'T try to listen, I'm selfish and too wrapped up in my own problems to care about theirs.
Whine, piss, moan. Dig yourself into a hole and try to pull me in with you. Geeze.
When I get picked up for voice lessons, it's a RELIEF to be critisized on my singing rather than my personality. Well, plus I love singing and despise unnecessary hostility.
Also, it's a little less than enthralling when people decide to ditch out on group committmens.
I really need to shut myself out from girls who seem to have chronic moody PMS and guys who act like they do too.
Thank God Brian is so stable. Stay with me, Brian, I nearly went nuts once and it's apparent people at I'm-the-victim school are trying to drive me back to that point.
Tommorrow at school, I'm going to revert to my outcast poetry-writing self or at least hang out with people who don't care because they've realized that SHIT HAPPENS.
Well, at least I'm out of that poor-unfourtunate-me mode.
Sorry about that.
Other than encounters with temperamental peers at school & headaches probably arising from sharing air space with them, I've been pretty good.
Yesterday, Teagan and I had the sheer stupidity to take a night walk down to safeway in the brutal rain, and when we got there, (looking like we'd escaped imprisonment through a drainpipe), we bought doughnuts and ate them while we relaxed on the electric handicapp wheelchairs -for lack of any indoor benches-.
I look foward to much more random stupid fun as always.
I want to have a get-together or something soon...
BTW, how do you post pictures on this thing?
In a time of any of these people's crisis, its a no-win situation:
If I step back, I'm not being concerned or caring enough towards them.
If I try to be uplifting, I'm being disrespectfully lighthearted in the midst of their angst.
If I try to give constructive critisism, I'm being an insensitive cold-hearted bitch when I should be more supportive.
If I try to be there to listen, they don't want to talk about it.
If I DON'T try to listen, I'm selfish and too wrapped up in my own problems to care about theirs.
Whine, piss, moan. Dig yourself into a hole and try to pull me in with you. Geeze.
When I get picked up for voice lessons, it's a RELIEF to be critisized on my singing rather than my personality. Well, plus I love singing and despise unnecessary hostility.
Also, it's a little less than enthralling when people decide to ditch out on group committmens.
I really need to shut myself out from girls who seem to have chronic moody PMS and guys who act like they do too.
Thank God Brian is so stable. Stay with me, Brian, I nearly went nuts once and it's apparent people at I'm-the-victim school are trying to drive me back to that point.
Tommorrow at school, I'm going to revert to my outcast poetry-writing self or at least hang out with people who don't care because they've realized that SHIT HAPPENS.
Well, at least I'm out of that poor-unfourtunate-me mode.
Sorry about that.
Other than encounters with temperamental peers at school & headaches probably arising from sharing air space with them, I've been pretty good.
Yesterday, Teagan and I had the sheer stupidity to take a night walk down to safeway in the brutal rain, and when we got there, (looking like we'd escaped imprisonment through a drainpipe), we bought doughnuts and ate them while we relaxed on the electric handicapp wheelchairs -for lack of any indoor benches-.
I look foward to much more random stupid fun as always.
I want to have a get-together or something soon...
BTW, how do you post pictures on this thing?