It's hard to blend when I constantly have a hose in my hand.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
To blend in, you...
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It's hard to blend when I constantly have a hose in my hand.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
RE: To blend in, you...
September 29, 2018 at 6:22 pm
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2018 at 6:23 pm by outtathereligioncloset.)
Sometimes you can't blend in. Sometimes you just gotta walk away.
Last night I had to leave the grocery store to keep from kicking the young man in front of me-----HARD. I overheard him say this to the person with him: "Doesn't seem to have hurt Ford to have his dick rubbing on her. She wound up being a doctor. What's the big deal? I mean, it might of even helped her be a better person, like become the person she is today." If I'd known which car he was driving I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to resist keying it. Maybe it would have made him a better person.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?
RE: To blend in, you...
September 29, 2018 at 6:51 pm
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2018 at 6:52 pm by BrianSoddingBoru4.)
I've gotten in trouble a number of times because I almost never attempt to 'blend in' or let things go. I consider it a moral imperative to correct bad public behaviour, either by lecturing in a loud, profanity-laced manner, or with physical violence. For example, if I had been in outta's situation, I would have told the guy claiming that sexual assault is a good thing to shut his face before I broke it for him.
Imma be me. Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
I don’t think I explained myself well enough. I don’t mean basic quirks. There are many things I don’t suppress just to blend in, because I couldn’t give two fucks about what people think. But there are things you just have to control, so we can function as members of society. I don’t think I can express how sick I feel listening to children cry. I’ve gone to therapy over this and still, there it is. What I do is what I have been practicing. Focus on my work and try to fade it away as much as I can. There’s no better way to cope with it. Lol I am coping. I’m still walking around and doing my job. How much better can it get? Making it go completely away? Where’s that magic potion?
So I completely understand walking away like outta says. Sometimes you just have to leave the area.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
RE: To blend in, you...
September 29, 2018 at 7:07 pm
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2018 at 7:08 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
-keep a 6pack of ale8one in the fridge. Shit's disgusting. It's easy to keep it in the fridge, but I miss the space sometimes.
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
Hide in plain sight...
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???" RE: To blend in, you...
September 29, 2018 at 9:15 pm
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2018 at 9:16 pm by chimp3.)
To blend in I refrain from coming up to my workmates and acting like I am picking off their fleas/ lice and then eating them. I don't do that at work. Not any more.
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!
I tried blending in. I wished to be that wall flower. It got me made fun of and ridiculed. Now? I have zero fucks to give. None of those people out there in the world are paying my way through life so their opinions don't matter. I am the person I'm supposed to be, faults and all. And I'm okay with the knowledge that not everyone likes me or likes my personality. Not everyone has to.
Disclaimer: I am only responsible for what I say, not what you choose to understand.
I thought people were trying to hunt me down to kill me for 40 years. I didn't share that with anyone, for obvious reasons. I blended as best I could.
(September 29, 2018 at 10:28 pm)Jörmungandr Wrote: I thought people were trying to hunt me down to kill me for 40 years. I didn't share that with anyone, for obvious reasons. I blended as best I could. I'm 34. It wasn't all me... Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???" |
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