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Remember when I was funny?

Yeah, neither do I. lol But was reminded of it while reading "Biscuits".

What happened to THOSE days?

I think I grew up. *sobs*

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ayoub
Mar. 2nd, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)
Bah!

You're funny!

You just have a lot less time to play...
none_too_subtle
Mar. 2nd, 2008 01:59 am (UTC)
I had no time then, either, yet could still whip out a funny list in 20 minutes withtout batting an eye. WHAT HAPPEN? lol :)
writerwench
Mar. 2nd, 2008 12:30 pm (UTC)
Ach, life does that to everyone now and then. It's just part of experiencing so much - you find you're leaving off doing some things in order to do others. It's all still in there somewhere.
none_too_subtle
Mar. 2nd, 2008 02:19 pm (UTC)
I know you haven't been on my list for very long; but I used to be kinda funny. I did this to entertain some of the more "depressed" friends on my list. That's NO reason to journal, in my opinion. I've had way too many of *those* (you know -- the ones who threaten to kill themselves about once a week, who threaten to unfriend you if you don't comment, or who ALWAYS are down in the mouth). I need to surround myself with people who are, true, ordinary -- with normal difficulties -- but who know how to deal with or learn from their issues. Not those who just dwell in the hell they might find themselves. I thought *I* did that too much, but haven't seen evidence of it in my books. Not much. Frustration about things beyond my control, yes, but no OMGIMMADIE kind of things. :)
writerwench
Mar. 2nd, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
Ah yes, I've encountered people like that - they fasten onto you and demand that you take responsibility for their continued existence and happiness, and they can be astonishingly ruthless, manipulative, and exhausting.
Genuine depression is one thing, but using that condition to demand sympathy, attention and anxious friendly support is quite another.

New Zealanders have a sort of national pride in the notion that they face the world unflinchingly, confident in their ability to cope with whatever is thrown at them - they have their brains, their experience, and a roll of No.8 fencing wire, and that's all they need. There's not a huge amount of understanding or sympathy for mental conditions like depression, or autism, which is awful for people dealing with them, but on the other hand, there's something very bracing about assuming responsibility for yourself, and determining to haul yourself up by the bootstraps.
none_too_subtle
Mar. 2nd, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)
Then I need some New Zealander friends! I can't deal with that whole death thing, particularly when I know it's passive (every time), and they just want attention. I don't "hate" them for it, nor even dislike them. But it does disturb and worry me, and if it gets to be too often/much, I have to unfriend, you know? I can't physically or mentally take that with the condition I'm in now.
writerwench
Mar. 3rd, 2008 05:06 pm (UTC)
Yep... I think they're a huge drain on ANYONE. I've had to distance myself from several people over the years who loudly protested at all times that we were 'best friends' but in fact they were using me as their crutch and support, and I was naive enough not to see how one-sided the relationship was.

I've heard such relationships described as 'toxic', which I think is quite an extreme term, but to judge from the huge relief and lightness of mind that I experienced after the break had been made, I think it's accurate.
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