last journal untill *unknown*
Throughout my years of writing journals, blogs, brain dumps, rants, thoughts, and inner monologs I have come to one conclusion.
People separate writing from the writer.
People take me way to seriously. I have said many many many many many times that sarcasm DOES NOT work via text on the screen (well. unless you use bold, italic, underlined, or a combination of what was previously stated). Even still, a lot of the time it is still misconstrued to the point of making the writer (this time me) an asshole, dick, prick, fucker, jerk, etc. For the people who know me, who have seen how my mind works, I just cannot understand how you can forget who is writing it. When I say something that offends you, makes it seem like I am talking down to you, saying anything to put you down in an offence way, just think "oh hey, Casey is writing this. He isn’t an asshole (in that way". To a point at least. I think I am a pretty nice guy, easy to get along with, good talker, and good listener. I think my mom and dad raised me well enough to be a decent guy. They sure didn’t push me to spell that good! Honestly though, yes I am pretty rude. In ALOT of ways. I will make fun of people, and a lot of those times, I do not understand the severity of what I am saying at the time. I learn, I can catch myself, and a lot of the times I will say them enough, and the people will understand that I mean NO malice towards them with my words. Point in fact, when I say the word "whore" to a female. That work carries no harm in it to at least four girls I know. For the reasons being, I use it ALOT, and because I would NEVER EVER call a girl a whore. At least to a friend, and to their face. Possibly in the heat of an argument or something, but NEVER to a friend. Back to the point of me being rude or a dick. Yeah, I am. To the people who love me, understand me, they know how my mind kinda-sorta-ish works. Even still, it seems that those people are the people I always offend to some degree. In the past, I have said things that were taken WAY WAY outa context, at least to me. It wouldn’t be just one person who thought it was directed towards them, multiple people thought it was directed towards a person. I still stand steadfast on my argument that it was not.
I care deeply for all my friends. I cannot stand when my friends are mad at me. I can understand how things can be twisted to the point of an illusion of being a dick to someone, but I would think that of all people my friends could grasp the concept of me joking, or just, being me. That tall goofy kid, likes computer, makes people laugh. The person who with all his heart would take a bullet for you.
In the above paragraph what I said should NOT be taken as if I am saying my friends are dumb. They are not. They are some of the most diverse and intelligent people I could have ever of met. Just sometimes I think you have a momentary laps of thought is all.
I know this might upset someone, make another cry. Someone might get something out of this, and someone might just stop talking to me altogether. I don’t think that many people even read this journal. I just needed to say it. I know you all will understand that.
Until *unknown*. This was Casey Michael Hippauf. Son of Paul Gary Hippauf and Kathleen Marie Hippauf, formerly Kathleen Marie Carlos. Brother of Courtney Lynn Dulle, but she knows she can never escape being a Hippauf.
VonHüppof 4 life!
~Whatev~
I ran this through spellchecker to make sure it didn't have any annoying, and distracting misspelled words.
People separate writing from the writer.
People take me way to seriously. I have said many many many many many times that sarcasm DOES NOT work via text on the screen (well. unless you use bold, italic, underlined, or a combination of what was previously stated). Even still, a lot of the time it is still misconstrued to the point of making the writer (this time me) an asshole, dick, prick, fucker, jerk, etc. For the people who know me, who have seen how my mind works, I just cannot understand how you can forget who is writing it. When I say something that offends you, makes it seem like I am talking down to you, saying anything to put you down in an offence way, just think "oh hey, Casey is writing this. He isn’t an asshole (in that way". To a point at least. I think I am a pretty nice guy, easy to get along with, good talker, and good listener. I think my mom and dad raised me well enough to be a decent guy. They sure didn’t push me to spell that good! Honestly though, yes I am pretty rude. In ALOT of ways. I will make fun of people, and a lot of those times, I do not understand the severity of what I am saying at the time. I learn, I can catch myself, and a lot of the times I will say them enough, and the people will understand that I mean NO malice towards them with my words. Point in fact, when I say the word "whore" to a female. That work carries no harm in it to at least four girls I know. For the reasons being, I use it ALOT, and because I would NEVER EVER call a girl a whore. At least to a friend, and to their face. Possibly in the heat of an argument or something, but NEVER to a friend. Back to the point of me being rude or a dick. Yeah, I am. To the people who love me, understand me, they know how my mind kinda-sorta-ish works. Even still, it seems that those people are the people I always offend to some degree. In the past, I have said things that were taken WAY WAY outa context, at least to me. It wouldn’t be just one person who thought it was directed towards them, multiple people thought it was directed towards a person. I still stand steadfast on my argument that it was not.
I care deeply for all my friends. I cannot stand when my friends are mad at me. I can understand how things can be twisted to the point of an illusion of being a dick to someone, but I would think that of all people my friends could grasp the concept of me joking, or just, being me. That tall goofy kid, likes computer, makes people laugh. The person who with all his heart would take a bullet for you.
In the above paragraph what I said should NOT be taken as if I am saying my friends are dumb. They are not. They are some of the most diverse and intelligent people I could have ever of met. Just sometimes I think you have a momentary laps of thought is all.
I know this might upset someone, make another cry. Someone might get something out of this, and someone might just stop talking to me altogether. I don’t think that many people even read this journal. I just needed to say it. I know you all will understand that.
Until *unknown*. This was Casey Michael Hippauf. Son of Paul Gary Hippauf and Kathleen Marie Hippauf, formerly Kathleen Marie Carlos. Brother of Courtney Lynn Dulle, but she knows she can never escape being a Hippauf.
VonHüppof 4 life!
~Whatev~
I ran this through spellchecker to make sure it didn't have any annoying, and distracting misspelled words.