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So much to say...but really shouldn't.

Yet I'm sure I'll refrain from allowing most of this to spew forth like acid from my "journal."

Quite simply, I'm so weary of 24/7 negativity from reading a lot of people. Without going down the very looooooooong, yet prestigious! list of maladies/issues/problems/disappointments/etc. that *I* live with on a daily basis, I'll say, to my credit, that at least I don't sit around wallowing in the muck all day and more -- taking that crap three times around the dance floor and sharing it with everyone else.

Some of us have cause, yet DON'T.
You know what? If you only knew that crap I've *lived through* (much less am still GOING through) you'd feel like a jackass for being all "woe-is-me-and-my-uber-pathetic-life" writing.

I promise. Bet.

The really sickening and disappointing thing about reading this crap is that (1) these issues are TRIVIAL; (2) only WE can change the course of our lives; whining/crying about it accomplishes nothing; (3) some people have *real issues* and yet don't write about them; and (4) after a certain point, I find myself not even bothering to read at all, and am, in fact, apathetic to your pity-party cause.

Stop it already. NO ONE is forcing you to ... well, be YOU. If you're that unhappy CHANGE IT. Other people are poorer; oh wait! You don't have real money issues. My bad. You're eating fine, and on a regular basis. Okay -- other people are in worse health; oh wait! YOU'RE NOT SUFFERING FROM ANY 'KNOWN' MALADY/DISEASE/ETC...not even a freakin' cold. Okay, okay, I got it! Other people have their hearts broken; ohhhhhh wait!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT.

YOU JUST NEED A CAUSE, YOU NEED TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF. And why?! Because you refuse to alter the path on which you travel, because I'm pretty convinced -- at THIS point -- you LIKE being freakin' miserable.

Enough of that crap already. Read the news. Compare it to your life. Visit a hospital. Travel. REALLY get to know "your friends" or those you call "friend." If you don't feel outright SHAME at your behavior, then I'm thinking God (or YOU) wasted flesh and oxygen.

Keep hanging on to others for your happiness. I'm SURE they appreciate the added burden of YOU. Keep pointing fingers at others for your miserable lot in life. Surely, you couldn't be at fault! Noooooooo! That can't be. Blame it on everybody ELSE. Hell, blame it on the rain *dances, sings...*.

Seriously, it's gotten so bad that I literally cringe when I see a handful of people. Why? Because I KNOW that it'll be NOTHING but gloom, doom, despair, and worse -- THEY CAN CHANGE IT, BUT DON'T. It's simply day after day of "woe is mes"...and since I *am* embracing my man-self, yet refuse to show the restraint most MEN do (because let's face it -- the only thing stopping them from saying this very thing is in the hopes that ONE DAY, they might actually SCORE with these people...lolol).

Enough already, mkay?

My hand is tired from mentally stroking you. Fact. My brain is tired from listening to what you're trying to justify as "real misery." And my tailbone is sick of being in this chair, and feeling that now-familiar *twitch* when your username pops up.

Yeah. Begs the question of why I don't do a clean sweep. I'm almost there. Give me a few weeks. And yes, it's your journal. You SHOULD write about what you want/how you feel/whatever. Doodle...cry...whine. But *I* don't have to read it.

So enough of that. It's making ME SICK just writing about it, but I'm glad I got it out of my system. No, it's not ONE person. No, it's not gender-specific. But for those who're guilty of this, I promiseeeeeeeee you, I'm not the only one who sees your name, rolls my eyes, and passes you up...again.

And you want *us* to sing, dance, hug, even WRITE to entertain you?!?! WHY DO WE WANT TO AT THIS POINT? Answer: WE DON'T.


Whew. That felt GOOD. I must be evil. That was the "nice, toned WAY DOWN" version. Heh. In other news, it's SO late, and I should be sound asleep and YET...started writing and couldn't stop. Accomplished much, and am really *preening* over these efforts. :) This is falling in to place neatly. Of course, I didn't even get started until late, since Kelsey and I were spending quality time together talking and picking out fabric for the quilt we're going to make. Neat idea! We're both excited about this project. :-D We've been busy clipping off buttons, zippers and other things which *could* be used on other projects. See?! Here I go again, finding something NEW TO COLLECT. Hahahaha. It never ends. So much for FengShoe. Get rid of a ton of crap, start collecting NEW schtuff. At least we're actively busy on this project, and I won't just stare and stare and stare and...yeah. Save it forever, wondering "Whatever happened to that great idea I had, involving my favorite candle wax and acorns?" :D

She and I had a couple of fairly serious/deep conversations which will naturally be saved for elsewhere. Although I kept thinking: "I need to remember this quip; it's hilarious, and I should journal that conversation", all was lost with the serious stuff. Geeeez. THEY GROW UP SO FAST!!

Ja, so even though I'm not tired, and I really REALLY wanted to pen a short story in here for me (and my lil group of friends), I'm gonna attempt to sleep. Busy day tomorrow, and yikes...she's gonna be on the 'net in la manana. Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaa t.




( 12 whispered — Whisper to me )
Mar. 13th, 2005 07:32 am (UTC)
LOL for once this isnt about me because I havent been a whiny snivelling poohead in weeks :D
Mar. 13th, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)
Geez, woman. I can't EVER remember a time feeling angry/disgusted/etc., writing an entry and having "Dawna" be even in my head!!!

You've never ever never ever neverrrr made me write anything negative due to reading your journal. LOL. Many have, but you never. :P
Mar. 13th, 2005 04:18 pm (UTC)
And you want *us* to sing, dance, hug, even WRITE to entertain you?!?! WHY DO WE WANT TO AT THIS POINT? Answer: WE DON'T.

Why would other ppl expect their friends to go out of their way to entertain THEM on <their own LJs??? (I'm headachey so I hope that made sense) I read other ppls LJs not for entertainment, but because I like to know about other ppl's lives... What I hate is when ppl constantly post in their LJ about this possible plan and that one and then later post an entry about being friendless since only X out of the X amount of ppl on their list bothered to reply (and it's posted less than 12 hrs later than the original post!)
Mar. 13th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
See? The mysteries may never be solved. LOL.

I could care less about their plans, etc., because I read 'em for much the same reason as you; to keep up with their lives. But the ones begging for affirmation really REALLY REALLY get on my last freakin' nerve. Essentially, that's what they're doing.

I was reading a lengthy parenting article this morning, and sadly, thought about the mindsent of some people who journal. At 12, the "social behavior" of some LJers (and yes, on MY list, too) requires that we behave in certain ways (IF we're "growing up" correctly...since Kelsey's 12, of course I'm interested in that age group).

Um...there are those on my friend's list (or who I read) who're so sadly immature and it's soooo glaringly obvious that I wonder how they even got a job, much less KEEP one. I'm not kidding. The article I read this morning REALLY drove this whole entry home. The basic fact is that some of who I read never GREW UP PAST 12. They either didn't have any self esteem whatsoever, had NO patience and continued with bad behavior without being corrected, or, plainly, are just completely dysfunctional.

Although I, too, display some of these childish behaviors, at least it's TYPICALLY KEPT IN TRAFFIC. LOL :-D

Ugh. Just...one...more...entry from a handful, and I'm gonna quietly 86. Or go on another LJ vacation (this is a REALLY great way to "let people leave on their own" without hurting their feelings outright). Whatever the case, I'm SO NOT going to fill my days of journal reading -- which I do out of curiousity and for entertainment -- with this self-pitying B.S. when they have NO SERIOUS ISSUES, or at least none that could EVER compare to many real life people I know (including moi...and you don't hear my ass crying every entry about this crap). Just sayin'. I'm getting all crazy about this one. LOL. :)

Just wanna slap them and say GROW UP ALREADY. GEEZ.
Mar. 13th, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC)
Slap away baby ;> Maybe that's what they need since maybe their parents never spanked them? ;>

So, is this article linkable? It sounds interesting...

Mar. 13th, 2005 05:14 pm (UTC)
Actually, it's another AOL perk (I've learned that AOL-specific articles and categories can't be "linked" or read by outsiders...weird). It lists age groups, and sub-sub-sub categories, along with TONS of articles. Yes, you'd find a lot of the developmental stuff helpful, I think, with Torin. :/ Since there are SO MANY articles/stories/categories, I can't even copy/paste for ya. :I

Still...the gist of one I was reading dealt with behavior of 12-year-olds. And OMG...some people I read are...not even up to par with what's "expected" from a 12-year-old.

So...why again am I reading them!?!?!

Yeah -- it's time for another lil LJ vacation. LOL :)
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
Mar. 13th, 2005 09:39 pm (UTC)
Man, it really is. Too many "real life" things going on that I *need* to journal, but don't feel comfy sharing in this one. J00 knows what I means. :)
Mar. 13th, 2005 06:10 pm (UTC)
Could you tap-dance for me? That always picks up my spirits....A nice tap dance. If pole dancers knew how to tap, the world would be happer.
Mar. 13th, 2005 08:48 pm (UTC)
Heh. The world would be happer. And happier, too! Hahaha. *points, runs*

Umm...yeah, so in order to BE WITH MY CHILD when she gets braces, her dad said: "Yeah you can be there IF YOU PAY FOR IT."


No, you're not...but some peepal geez.
Mar. 14th, 2005 02:37 pm (UTC)
I'm probably one of them, bitching about job1 and the family schtuffs.

Sorry hun, don't read me for awhile. While I'm not all woe-is-me right now, I don't have alot that is good to say =/
Mar. 14th, 2005 05:17 pm (UTC)
OMGGG no. You're not eveeeen close to the lil handful I'm referring to. But I won't go in to more detail, because yeah. I'm trying to be nice about it.
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