happy days, which hopefully will linger
i just had the nicest thing i think i've ever heard been said to be. And i mean ,it tops "But you, i especailly want to fuck!" , which has topped my "nicest things ever said/written to me" list. Which, believ it or not, reall WAS the nicest thing ever said to me before this.
Bec - Your so effing nice! holy hell! haha. such an awesome girl and one of the most memoral people from springbank by far. Hahah you love my artness dontchu. Bff.
that is from my friend Davo, who said it on his Nex account. I dont think he knew, that this is the nicest thing for me, but man, i really appreciate it.
And, yes, being the sop i am i cried.
And yes, i admitted it to three people. One, another good guy friend of mine, said "
theress nuthang wrong with crying" . But in my hosehold, there is. See, when i was little, it wasn't alright to cry. Darwin's survival of the fittest was applied in somewhat squered forms. Any weakness, crying for example, gave you only more pain, another reason to cry. Which also is directly realted to my repression of emotion. Fun fun. Not.
isn't it amazing, what gets through to people. I mean, someone could tell me that i'm "the man' or whatever, and it wouldahve very little effect on me. But tell that to some kid whos down on his luck and thinks he doesn't have a friend in the world, and thats his golden chalice. Tell a run way model that shes beautiful, and she will shrug it off, but tell your girlfriend, sister, or friend, and they'll tresure that thought their whole lives. Because, even though they are ot the pinical of perfection, someone thought them, for just a moment, beautiful. And, believeme, that does wonders for the self-esteem. Or is that just me? I
I've always wondered, who has the proper definition of beautiful? is it the way one looks on the outside, how their skin and hair look? Is it the facial structure, or the color of the eyes? THe clothing, the preening, which makes someone beautiful? or is it something else? something which goes deeper then the skin. Perhaps a laugh, or a smile, is what makes someone beautiful . Or the way they treat others. The way they live their lives, the way they express themselves, through what ever outlets they have. But who, in all the world, has the authoirty and right to say that one thing is beautiful and hence another is not? Who has that ability, and always be right? Not a single person i think. Beauty is all about opinion, and that veries from person to person. So, too, does ugly. And it causes me to wonder, is there really either in the world? or it is all just shades of grey, with each personalality scattered randomly throughout?
And many people would ask me, why do you care? Well, i care because each and everyperson, no matter what their intent it, will try to forcefully or subconsiously attempt to convert others to their way of thinking. And no matter what we do, how we attempt to change that, it will and does continue to occur, and it shall probably never be stopped. but therein lies another factor, just as wonderful as beauty or the absence of it. free will. what a wonderful and damning thing it is. In one moment it allows us to choose our own paths, our own lives, while damning us as well. Yes,. the blessing and curses we bring upon ourselves, and who we blame. the wonders of being alive.
And yet, i would have it no other way. This is the present meaning of humanity. To want to fuck the world, grab all you can while you live, and then die. For the most part, that is the driving force behind peoples lives. Relationships are just pitstops to rattle the cage a bit, and then move on. Look at the swell of divorces nowadays, 1 out of every 2 marrages or so will end in them. Which is pretty sad. When i get hitched, i want it to be for life, not just for the thrill of the whole damn thing. And i want to experence love. Not the kind you have for a puppy, or a sibling, but for someone whom you hvae no bloodrelation and you can loose yourself in the feeling. Some may call me a romantic,and i am. Hopelessly. I also happen to be a dreamer, a daydreamer, a bitch, ect. Numerous names we all wear. Numerous labels which we use to hide our true selves. Masks we don when we leave the shelter of our homes, our bedrooms, to join the rest of the world, where we are not always acepted, and the pain always lingers.
Wow, and to think this huge long rant came from the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.....
Bec - Your so effing nice! holy hell! haha. such an awesome girl and one of the most memoral people from springbank by far. Hahah you love my artness dontchu. Bff.
that is from my friend Davo, who said it on his Nex account. I dont think he knew, that this is the nicest thing for me, but man, i really appreciate it.
And, yes, being the sop i am i cried.
And yes, i admitted it to three people. One, another good guy friend of mine, said "
theress nuthang wrong with crying" . But in my hosehold, there is. See, when i was little, it wasn't alright to cry. Darwin's survival of the fittest was applied in somewhat squered forms. Any weakness, crying for example, gave you only more pain, another reason to cry. Which also is directly realted to my repression of emotion. Fun fun. Not.
isn't it amazing, what gets through to people. I mean, someone could tell me that i'm "the man' or whatever, and it wouldahve very little effect on me. But tell that to some kid whos down on his luck and thinks he doesn't have a friend in the world, and thats his golden chalice. Tell a run way model that shes beautiful, and she will shrug it off, but tell your girlfriend, sister, or friend, and they'll tresure that thought their whole lives. Because, even though they are ot the pinical of perfection, someone thought them, for just a moment, beautiful. And, believeme, that does wonders for the self-esteem. Or is that just me? I
I've always wondered, who has the proper definition of beautiful? is it the way one looks on the outside, how their skin and hair look? Is it the facial structure, or the color of the eyes? THe clothing, the preening, which makes someone beautiful? or is it something else? something which goes deeper then the skin. Perhaps a laugh, or a smile, is what makes someone beautiful . Or the way they treat others. The way they live their lives, the way they express themselves, through what ever outlets they have. But who, in all the world, has the authoirty and right to say that one thing is beautiful and hence another is not? Who has that ability, and always be right? Not a single person i think. Beauty is all about opinion, and that veries from person to person. So, too, does ugly. And it causes me to wonder, is there really either in the world? or it is all just shades of grey, with each personalality scattered randomly throughout?
And many people would ask me, why do you care? Well, i care because each and everyperson, no matter what their intent it, will try to forcefully or subconsiously attempt to convert others to their way of thinking. And no matter what we do, how we attempt to change that, it will and does continue to occur, and it shall probably never be stopped. but therein lies another factor, just as wonderful as beauty or the absence of it. free will. what a wonderful and damning thing it is. In one moment it allows us to choose our own paths, our own lives, while damning us as well. Yes,. the blessing and curses we bring upon ourselves, and who we blame. the wonders of being alive.
And yet, i would have it no other way. This is the present meaning of humanity. To want to fuck the world, grab all you can while you live, and then die. For the most part, that is the driving force behind peoples lives. Relationships are just pitstops to rattle the cage a bit, and then move on. Look at the swell of divorces nowadays, 1 out of every 2 marrages or so will end in them. Which is pretty sad. When i get hitched, i want it to be for life, not just for the thrill of the whole damn thing. And i want to experence love. Not the kind you have for a puppy, or a sibling, but for someone whom you hvae no bloodrelation and you can loose yourself in the feeling. Some may call me a romantic,and i am. Hopelessly. I also happen to be a dreamer, a daydreamer, a bitch, ect. Numerous names we all wear. Numerous labels which we use to hide our true selves. Masks we don when we leave the shelter of our homes, our bedrooms, to join the rest of the world, where we are not always acepted, and the pain always lingers.
Wow, and to think this huge long rant came from the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.....
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