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jackofallgeeks) wrote2002-01-31 10:23 am
jackofallgeeks) wrote2002-01-31 10:23 am
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Don't Mind Me
Before I start, let me say that I don't mean to insult anyone, and I know we all have our own lives to live, things to see and people to do and all that. I'm just still in a sour mood from last night, and it's my journal, dam it.
I'm irritated.
My mom once (ha, once he says...) told me that I'm over sensitive. I would get upset (that means he cried, people) over the simplest things. She was right, to an extent, but it's more I take personally what people don't intend to be personal. If my mom was upset because the house wasn't getting picked up, I would take it as a personal affront and get upset because, dam it, I was picking up (that's a classic example).
Right now I'm isulted by the silence I've found online. No e-mails, but more pertinent to this journal, no comments. I don't mean that, not really - I DO have comments on here, but often it's just one short little comment, and where there's more than one, it's typical that I made half of them.
This really isn't a big deal, and it wouldn't irritate me so save for one thing - if I just wanted to reflectf, I could save myself quite a bit of time and effort just by writing in my REAL journal, or making a note-pad, or just talking to myself. I WRITE this because I WANT people to tell me what they're thinking. I'm not looking for false, sugar coated "everything's fine" posts, and I'm not fishing for compliments. I would just like SOMETHING to happen on my Journal.
Like I said, I'm still sour from last night, and due to the events of last night and my current mood now, I think I'm just under some kind of stress. Just that time of the month, I suppose.
An update on that thing last night - I've rather cooled off since then. Sour, yes, but not quite so upset. I remembered that the day after I went to Virginia Beach, I did talk with Emily, for actual minutes, and there are moments, like Young Fire, where I can almost see what we had once. I'm just really confused and scared. I don't like losing friends (especially pretty ones), I've done it far too often in my time.
I'm irritated.
My mom once (ha, once he says...) told me that I'm over sensitive. I would get upset (that means he cried, people) over the simplest things. She was right, to an extent, but it's more I take personally what people don't intend to be personal. If my mom was upset because the house wasn't getting picked up, I would take it as a personal affront and get upset because, dam it, I was picking up (that's a classic example).
Right now I'm isulted by the silence I've found online. No e-mails, but more pertinent to this journal, no comments. I don't mean that, not really - I DO have comments on here, but often it's just one short little comment, and where there's more than one, it's typical that I made half of them.
This really isn't a big deal, and it wouldn't irritate me so save for one thing - if I just wanted to reflectf, I could save myself quite a bit of time and effort just by writing in my REAL journal, or making a note-pad, or just talking to myself. I WRITE this because I WANT people to tell me what they're thinking. I'm not looking for false, sugar coated "everything's fine" posts, and I'm not fishing for compliments. I would just like SOMETHING to happen on my Journal.
Like I said, I'm still sour from last night, and due to the events of last night and my current mood now, I think I'm just under some kind of stress. Just that time of the month, I suppose.
An update on that thing last night - I've rather cooled off since then. Sour, yes, but not quite so upset. I remembered that the day after I went to Virginia Beach, I did talk with Emily, for actual minutes, and there are moments, like Young Fire, where I can almost see what we had once. I'm just really confused and scared. I don't like losing friends (especially pretty ones), I've done it far too often in my time.
cheer up charlie... (aka: oh for pity's sake.. i'm singing willy wonka songs, for crying out loud!)
I know what you mean. Sometimes, if nobody comments, I take an entry off of the journal all-together. It's stupid because... this should be my journal. Not a public forum. But I use it as both a journal for recording often pathetic events in my life AND as a semi message board so that I can easily converse with my friends. When there are no comments, it stings a little.
Then I remember that as much as I comment (almost 2,000 of them total) ... it's not always possible in the lives of others for them to do that. I try to throw my thoughts and perspectives out there (both in your journal and elsewhere), even if they're silly, because I know that deep down, we all love comments. We like to hear the thoughts of others. Even if they aren't always the agreeeee-ing kind (although, to be honest, I'm far too non-confrontational to get into a debate of serious topics that I know I don't agree with people on, so I usually leave that alone. Heh, now you know how I was is High School, too!) ..
I'd say I'm sorry, but that seems such a weird thing to say. I know I owe you an e-mail and I AM sorry for being late on replying. My cold and other matters have kept me from wanting to say very much of anything (shock, I know) ... but I WILL write you back soon. Gilr Scout's Honour, or something like that. And yeah, I was a girl scout. ^__^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Uhm... anyway. This isn't making sense. But I have an idea of what you mean, so remember that, ne?
I Appreciate That, I Do
I know I haven't been as good with comments as I'd like, which it part of the reason I felt bad about posting this, but to be honest, it's been bugging me for a week or so now, so I've gotta let it out at some point. I recognize that we all have our own lives to live, but in a way, I just want to know I'm a part of those lives, y'know?
LOL You don't OWE me anything (though a reply would be appreciated ^_-) and there's really no need to appologize. If anything, this is one of the most self-centered entries I've posted. I really do appreciate you guys more than I make it sound.
I was a Boy Scout once, myself, but at 18 they kick you out (and when I say you, I mean me). My sister was a girl scout - how far didja get?
"I was a Boyscout once...
-Angel (Rent)
Of All The Things I Never Wanted To Know....