Soul Searchin' every which a way...ay..ay....

[telerock]

Well I did as I usually do. I jump right into things when I feel the water temp is right. Thanks to all who responded to my pathetic plea for acceptance.(You know who you are.) Had a pretty great week so far, despite the small emo setback yesterday. Lonliness is a powerful thing. I'm not people-less mind you, just no one who I can relate to. I

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[moonstoneman_1]

hey thanks for the hype man I really need some friends out there. My best friend is over in WA and is hardly on line very often so it is hard to communicate adult wise with anyone...
I feel like I am going nuts here..
Everyday just listening to childs talk with no escape to adult thinking..Thanks for your reply ....
Finally someone who might understand a little bit about me...
It's the other stuff that eats me up inside because I can not tell because of the pain it entails from past trauma I have seen as a combat medic...I do have alot of crap balled up inside me but I am trying to turn my anger towards re-finishing furniture and other little projects to keep me busy..Hey I have a question for you... Why do people think its funny when they throw a fire cracker or a lound bang goes off and they stand there and laugh when you jump under a bush or get really pist of and want to do something because they think its funny??? I am just in all kinds of emotional anguish when who knows what I am feeling or if anyone wants to see it from my point of view because everything is pretty much just given to them when everything in another country is taken....

Moon

Glad to be of service....

[telerock]

WOW! A combat medic. There's your answer to many questions. You get to see all of the bad stuff. Like what a rifle shell can really do to the inside of a body. Were you in D.S. or Iraq? Most people here in the states, don't see it first hand. Only stuff on T.V. They get de-sensitized. I have always thought military personell, especially ones that have actually seen combat casualties, were on a higher level. A few years ago, after my last divorce, I went through my mid-life thingy. Bought a Harly Roadking, and patched out with a outlaw biker gang. We were called the "Viet Nam Vets", although I was in the legacy club called the "Vetranos", now the "Legacy Vets. I heard it all from those guys, and considered myself lucky to have only lived through little skirmishes. I was on a Destroyer, out in the Med. All safe and comfy, while the Marines were being shot at and car bombed. We were the battle group that shot down the Lybian combat jets, when they wouldn't turn back after being warned several times for coming way too close. I saw the jets hit the water. Most kids under 25 or 30 don't have a clue what it is like to have someone shooting at you, or chunking hand grenades at you. BUnch of stupid arrogant punks, with no compassion. Living on daddies money, while they watch stuff on T.V. about old grandpa with shell shock, jumping under a bush when someone whistles like a dropped bomb. Idiots without a clue. I have always been an advocate that when a boy graduates highschool he should have to automaticly serve in the military for at least two years, unless he keeps a college gradepoint average of 3.0, and enters ROTC or the National Guard. I think it should be Mandatory, like signing up for the draft. I guarantee there would be a different America these days if that were the case. I'll type at you tomorrow sometime. Remember, deep breaths....man!
Telerock