Everyone here wants me to be so I will be. I didn't expect to have a strong character on here. Thought I would just give my opinion on the topic once in a while, but this is how it turned out and so be it. Kind of tired of the pseudonym "Chet" though.
I had one of the single worst histories in terms of SW members. You will grow, if you stick it out. Some people talk trash but some have super wisdom. The trash ones you learn to ignore, the wisdom ones you accept like gold because they are. In time, you can figure out the difference! xx
The trash talking doesn't bother me. I just sort of miss when I was more anonymous, or at least sparse with my posts (I have been anonymous before). I feel like I have given too much of myself away too quickly. Even if most of it was hyperbole or jest.
Don't take yourself so seriously, Chet! People here try to get under your skin just to ruffle your feathers. Try to figure out why your feathers are being ruffled. Think about it, learn from it, and laugh it off :) If it makes you feel better, I do like you, and I think you show intelligence and the potential for strength. And I'm not even flirting with you, because I said I wouldn't!
Oh my god. For the last time I am not offended by anyone. I'm sick of my pen name. It's not even the same one I use on other sites. I never thought I'd be addressed as it and it's beginning to disgust me with it's monosyllabic flamboyant glory.
i dated a sociopath and had a terribly frightening nightmare during this time about a door i was scared to open but had to do so and there he struck me like lightening only by standing there and awaiting me - the mummy-man, making my heart stop two beats before i awoke. this guy was hollow like hell.
How does it feel to live out of the lens of a Personality Disorder? You feel like the prison is inside you, partially and outside of you, partially. You are the victim of it. The word victim expresses the helplessness.
You wish you could tear the suit of iron off you like you would the hands of an assailant whose arms were strangling you but there is no one there. You are alone with the many terrorizing voices but you can't answer them in a way that makes them go away. You may act loud and proud but it is an act and you know it.
I go back to the time when I was strong. It was me, not this weakling, shaking and sweating over the slightest thing. To be strong is my inner voice calling but I waver like someone afraid to go through the yellow light. I am law and order- like. I wait for green and red. That way, there is no room for trouble.
I used to love to be weird. Just when someone thought they knew me, I would pull out a quirk. I am still crazy like that but afraid to show it. I wanted to blend in so fucking bad. I even wore blending in clothes like sweater sets. These are the ultimate in blending in clothes especially if you combine them with flats. You can go anywhere and be fine, especially if you can create conversation.
I can create conversation but I wonder if people think I am weird. After I leave a place, does one person throws a spitball at another person's ear and before you know it, they have a garrulous conversation about the poor, weirdo who just left.
I feel so lonely like life is a dance where I push away and people push me away in dance steps that no one can follow. It is like people dancing the Funky Chicken or some other stupid dance the way people did in disco days especially if they wore polyester.
One of my boyfriends wore light blue polyester, top and bottom. If he had an erection, you could see it through the material. That is a frigging stupid material.
I have a conclusion but it is a platitude. I hate when people throw platitudes at you like if someone shoved a Kielbasa down your throat. It is that much of an offense.
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The voice in this is so ominous. I was frightened.
ReplyDeletei love it. hollow sheep men!
ReplyDeletemy word verification for the previous comment was
ReplyDelete"unmen". tripppy.
I think of sociopaths as androids, nothingmen, or tin men with black hearts..
ReplyDeleteLike the robots of the land of Oz, but without Oz.
DeleteJessi
and computers. Sociopaths are like computers. lol.
ReplyDeletei'd leaning more towards potential omnipotence trapped in a limited reality.
ReplyDeletei am the ghost in the machine
Nice.
ReplyDeletei'm gonna play this everyday b4bed works great gets me sleepy
ReplyDeleteEvil Anon is Eden.
ReplyDeleteGuess again :)
DeleteEvil Anon
Time for another hint.
DeleteHappy to oblige if you make it worth my while. I am enjoying this game after all. Wouldn't want to make it too easy for him.
DeleteEvil Anon
I don't know the new Forum people, so I can't guess. I, only, know the old Dregulars. I mean Regulars.
DeleteAnd we all know the "retarded," right?
DeleteD'oy
DeleteSame to you yutzi
DeleteI would be hurt if Eden was trying to play games using me because we parted as friends :(
ReplyDeleteAt least you get respect it's better than friendship
ReplyDeletei'm just a dumb twink
You are ONLY a dumb twink if you think you are <3
DeleteEveryone here wants me to be so I will be.
DeleteI didn't expect to have a strong character on here. Thought I would just give my opinion on the topic once in a while, but this is how it turned out and so be it. Kind of tired of the pseudonym "Chet" though.
I had one of the single worst histories in terms of SW members. You will grow, if you stick it out. Some people talk trash but some have super wisdom. The trash ones you learn to ignore, the wisdom ones you accept like gold because they are. In time, you can figure out the difference! xx
DeleteThe trash talking doesn't bother me. I just sort of miss when I was more anonymous, or at least sparse with my posts (I have been anonymous before). I feel like I have given too much of myself away too quickly. Even if most of it was hyperbole or jest.
DeleteNah, just wait a few days and everyone will forget and go on to new things :)
DeleteEveryone will forget my fake name is Chet? lol
DeleteI like you, Chet.
DeleteJessi
I like me too. But Chet really does sound gay lol
DeleteDon't take yourself so seriously, Chet! People here try to get under your skin just to ruffle your feathers. Try to figure out why your feathers are being ruffled. Think about it, learn from it, and laugh it off :) If it makes you feel better, I do like you, and I think you show intelligence and the potential for strength. And I'm not even flirting with you, because I said I wouldn't!
DeleteOh my god. For the last time I am not offended by anyone. I'm sick of my pen name. It's not even the same one I use on other sites. I never thought I'd be addressed as it and it's beginning to disgust me with it's monosyllabic flamboyant glory.
DeleteAnon Ymous
DeleteI think it is nice how sweet you are to people.
What is the hardest thing you have to deal with, in your life?
For me, it is fear.
There's a treat for you in yesterday's comments section :)
DeleteAwww I will look.
DeleteWas there a post, in particular Anon Ymous?
DeleteAbout time! I was waiting to see when this would be posted here. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteSensual Sunday Themes
ReplyDeleteTheme for Chet
Deletei dated a sociopath and had a terribly frightening nightmare during this time about a door i was scared to open but had to do so and there he struck me like lightening only by standing there and awaiting me - the mummy-man, making my heart stop two beats before i awoke. this guy was hollow like hell.
ReplyDeleteThat's the moment I left him. When his hollowness was giving me chills.
DeleteJessi
if i had a knife to cut the mummy there would be no blood only sticky cerebral tissue
DeleteHow does it feel to live out of the lens of a Personality Disorder? You feel like the prison is inside you, partially and outside of you, partially. You are the victim of it. The word victim expresses the helplessness.
ReplyDeleteYou wish you could tear the suit of iron off you like you would the hands of an assailant whose arms were strangling you but there is no one there. You are alone with the many terrorizing voices but you can't answer them in a way that makes them go away. You may act loud and proud but it is an act and you know it.
Forgive the poor writing but this is how I feel.
I go back to the time when I was strong. It was me, not this weakling, shaking and sweating over the slightest thing. To be strong is my inner voice calling but I waver like someone afraid to go through the yellow light. I am law and order- like. I wait for green and red. That way, there is no room for trouble.
DeleteI used to love to be weird. Just when someone thought they knew me, I would pull out a quirk. I am still crazy like that but afraid to show it. I wanted to blend in so fucking bad. I even wore blending in clothes like sweater sets. These are the ultimate in blending in clothes especially if you combine them with flats. You can go anywhere and be fine, especially if you can create conversation.
DeleteI can create conversation but I wonder if people think I am weird. After I leave a place, does one person throws a spitball at another person's ear and before you know it, they have a garrulous conversation about the poor, weirdo who just left.
Deletesweater sets, huh? im in
DeleteI feel so lonely like life is a dance where I push away and people push me away in dance steps that no one can follow. It is like people dancing the Funky Chicken or some other stupid dance the way people did in disco days especially if they wore polyester.
DeleteOne of my boyfriends wore light blue polyester, top and bottom. If he had an erection, you could see it through the material. That is a frigging stupid material.
DeleteBut all this drivel is really about death. I am afraid to die. It all comes down to that but I like to complicate it.
DeleteI have a conclusion but it is a platitude. I hate when people throw platitudes at you like if someone shoved a Kielbasa down your throat. It is that much of an offense.
Deletei envy those who perform so well and don't seem to feel like they are acting.
ReplyDeletepersonality disorder is a gift.
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ReplyDeleteThey might asked why is going to be their music 'western'
ReplyDeleteonly. Yoga stretches music with the nation's sacred healing energize soothes the mind, body, heart furthermore lifts the way.
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