Today I am small blue thing…
Today I am small blue thing…
I really feel that insignificant today… We all live our lives and we all try our best – I mean there aren’t that many people that actually mean to do their worst. So why is it whenever things go wrong, people bring that up…?
I was phoned on Saturday by the parental and accused of not being truthful... Just like that, No, how are you doing we miss you terribly? She went straight into attacking mode. I finally cracked and told her that I don’t see the point in sharing my problems with the whole world. Her reply to that was – A problem shared is a problem halved…
Now I am sorry but what the Fuck does that mean, enlighten me please, how the fuck is talking about my situation going to make it any better. I can understand that if you are in a depression or bubbling over with a secret that talking about it might help… but even with depression, the only thing that really works is some form of DRUG and loads of it – the more the better. So how would, ‘me’ telling people about my problems solve anything? I mean let’s say that you have a crush on someone, and it’s making you sick to your stomach to be away from that person. How would telling everyone ‘bout it make you feel better? The only thing that will make you feel better is if you got to see, hold or touch that person – right? So here’s my thinking, if you can’t help me with my problem, or you have never helped me with my problem – then Leave me alone…
I have also noticed something about the people that always want you to talk about your problems… they have no desire to help to – even though they could, even though they boast how someone helped them once – Oh no, they just want you to air all your dirty laundry so that they can mock and criticize… and tell you what a screw up you’ve turned out to be…
Well to all those people I would like to say thank you very much for pointing that out to me, I would like to invite you all to a Leave me the Fuck alone party. Bring your own booze, your own snacks and we can all sit around telling stories of all the mistakes I’ve made… It’ll be a blast. Oh please come…
I really feel that insignificant today… We all live our lives and we all try our best – I mean there aren’t that many people that actually mean to do their worst. So why is it whenever things go wrong, people bring that up…?
I was phoned on Saturday by the parental and accused of not being truthful... Just like that, No, how are you doing we miss you terribly? She went straight into attacking mode. I finally cracked and told her that I don’t see the point in sharing my problems with the whole world. Her reply to that was – A problem shared is a problem halved…
Now I am sorry but what the Fuck does that mean, enlighten me please, how the fuck is talking about my situation going to make it any better. I can understand that if you are in a depression or bubbling over with a secret that talking about it might help… but even with depression, the only thing that really works is some form of DRUG and loads of it – the more the better. So how would, ‘me’ telling people about my problems solve anything? I mean let’s say that you have a crush on someone, and it’s making you sick to your stomach to be away from that person. How would telling everyone ‘bout it make you feel better? The only thing that will make you feel better is if you got to see, hold or touch that person – right? So here’s my thinking, if you can’t help me with my problem, or you have never helped me with my problem – then Leave me alone…
I have also noticed something about the people that always want you to talk about your problems… they have no desire to help to – even though they could, even though they boast how someone helped them once – Oh no, they just want you to air all your dirty laundry so that they can mock and criticize… and tell you what a screw up you’ve turned out to be…
Well to all those people I would like to say thank you very much for pointing that out to me, I would like to invite you all to a Leave me the Fuck alone party. Bring your own booze, your own snacks and we can all sit around telling stories of all the mistakes I’ve made… It’ll be a blast. Oh please come…
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