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Tbh, just tell him to stop shitposting on your wall or you'll unfriend him or delete his posts. Either that or send out the bat signal end we'll all come and keep him occupied lol.
"There remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking." ~Christopher Hitchens, god is not Great
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May 30, 2017 at 1:38 pm (This post was last modified: May 30, 2017 at 1:51 pm by Ben Davis.)
(May 28, 2017 at 8:07 pm)J a c k Wrote: CIJS?
Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Not just in a funny way of saying it. No. I think perhaps I lost all sense of normalcy sometime in the last four years and I have learned to live in paranoia, fear, exhaustion, phases of carelessness, highs, lows, hiding, complying, actually having fun in the middle of it all, day dreaming of death, knowing I'd never do it, sabotage, guilt, pity, and wondering...
Maybe I'm exaggerating? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe I'm harsh. Maybe I'm delusional. Then I see the evidence. Texts. People remembering. Pictures. I'm not exaggerating. Right? I have reasons to feel this way. But then... why doesn't it stop? Why don't I do something more to help myself? So, I'm a fool. An idiot. A crazy person who died four years ago and has been laughing at jokes, drinking a beer, enjoying flan, walking around slow motion. If you zoom in, there are shadows lingering. I'm waving and high fiving while in my bruised head I'm wondering... will my heart stop in the next minutes? Please? It won't, because I'm a strong but weak person. I fail in normal. Normal is not keen to me. I have nornalized the lack of commitment to joy. I'm a fraud. I laugh out loud at dinner like an emoji on a screen. It's not flesh. My heart skips a beat when something is beautiful, but it skips days and years because I'm a coward. A coward. A fucken coward.
I'll take my meds and continue my treatment, because I refuse to waste another decade. I'll see my psychiatrist, therapist and primary doctor, because they say I can get better. I'll keep getting help. But can I just say? I think they're not aware that I'm not just bruised. I'm dismembered. I'm shattered glass that will never forgive the cracks even with glue. No amount of paint will make this paper wall become concrete. Whatever.
Then I think maybe I'm not crazy... I'm just experiencing side effects. Stop, Jack. Just stop.
Blanket time? I'll bring doughnuts and hot chocolate. How many marshmallows?
(May 28, 2017 at 11:46 pm)J a c k Wrote: I know there is a problem and I am an enabler. This is why I'm accepting the help. Heh
Fuck no! I won't stand for that. You've been your amazing self and pricks have taken advantage. You are blameless and anyone saying you're 'enabling' it is victim-shaming. Fuck them! Next time that happens, you tell me and I'll have their teeth out. You are a beautiful, sensitive, smart, witty, loving woman, a doting mother and King of sex with more guts than any cowardly fucking shill for abusive twats.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Not just in a funny way of saying it. No. I think perhaps I lost all sense of normalcy sometime in the last four years and I have learned to live in paranoia, fear, exhaustion, phases of carelessness, highs, lows, hiding, complying, actually having fun in the middle of it all, day dreaming of death, knowing I'd never do it, sabotage, guilt, pity, and wondering...
Maybe I'm exaggerating? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe I'm harsh. Maybe I'm delusional. Then I see the evidence. Texts. People remembering. Pictures. I'm not exaggerating. Right? I have reasons to feel this way. But then... why doesn't it stop? Why don't I do something more to help myself? So, I'm a fool. An idiot. A crazy person who died four years ago and has been laughing at jokes, drinking a beer, enjoying flan, walking around slow motion. If you zoom in, there are shadows lingering. I'm waving and high fiving while in my bruised head I'm wondering... will my heart stop in the next minutes? Please? It won't, because I'm a strong but weak person. I fail in normal. Normal is not keen to me. I have nornalized the lack of commitment to joy. I'm a fraud. I laugh out loud at dinner like an emoji on a screen. It's not flesh. My heart skips a beat when something is beautiful, but it skips days and years because I'm a coward. A coward. A fucken coward.
I'll take my meds and continue my treatment, because I refuse to waste another decade. I'll see my psychiatrist, therapist and primary doctor, because they say I can get better. I'll keep getting help. But can I just say? I think they're not aware that I'm not just bruised. I'm dismembered. I'm shattered glass that will never forgive the cracks even with glue. No amount of paint will make this paper wall become concrete. Whatever.
Then I think maybe I'm not crazy... I'm just experiencing side effects. Stop, Jack. Just stop.
Blanket time? I'll bring doughnuts and hot chocolate. How many marshmallows?
(May 28, 2017 at 11:46 pm)J a c k Wrote: I know there is a problem and I am an enabler. This is why I'm accepting the help. Heh
Fuck no! I won't stand for that. You've been your amazing self and pricks have taken advantage. You are blameless and anyone saying you're 'enabling' it is victim-shaming. Fuck them! Next time that happens, you tell me and I'll have their teeth out. You are a beautiful, sensitive, smart, witty, loving woman, a doting mother and King of sex with more guts than any cowardly fucking shill for abusive twats.
They
Are
Wrong.
You
Are
Strong.
(Heartmelt) Thank you, Ben.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
I've just flown next to a 4 or 5 year old kid.
What.A.Champ!
Sure, the iPad with movies helped, but the kid behaved for the whole two and a half hours... Alone, with his father.
I love my cousin but goddammit he's dense. He thinks that 45 is actually making Murica great again, despite being shown actual footage of the demeaning way the president has acted during his first trip overseas. What's even worse is that there is no amount of evidence that he can be shown that will sway his thinking. So it really annoys me when he remarks on my posts and says I'm the one with jacked up thinking. Like WTF?
There are no good responses that I can think of to shut him up about it.
I'm curious. If you add me on fb, perhaps I can have a looksie and feed my curiosity.
We have friends in common, so I shouldn't be difficult to find. Also, fuck him! Don't let him have any of your sauce.
I believe we're already friends on Facebook I'm Judi Lynn.
Disclaimer: I am only responsible for what I say, not what you choose to understand.
(November 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Have a good day at work. If we ever meet in a professional setting, let me answer your question now. Yes, I DO want fries with that.
(May 30, 2017 at 1:34 am)J a c k Wrote: I'm curious. If you add me on fb, perhaps I can have a looksie and feed my curiosity.
We have friends in common, so I shouldn't be difficult to find. Also, fuck him! Don't let him have any of your sauce.
I believe we're already friends on Facebook I'm Judi Lynn.
Nope.
But I just requested you
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
I'm Judi Lynn.
