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Haters gonna hate, poets gonna poet.
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I meant keep the people who are warm close, not warm the people who are close.
Relax a little For everything will grow back. Keep warm people close.
What impact can acknowledging these experiences have in one's life?
Could you explain what you mean?
I am not the first person here to suggest you might be a narcissist, and if you're secure in your knowledge of yourself, there's no reason to be appalled by an article about narcissism (not to mention you seem comfortable diagnosing a family member and your friend's family member with the disorder - are you a psychiatrist?).
What I meant was, I find it strangely contradictory that you both claim to have difficulties connecting with others, yet all the while make assumptions about them and what they think of you. It seems to me that you should beware of perpetuating the cycle of abuse started by your mother. I am by no means an expert on the matter, but your thinking strikes me as narcissistic. This might be of interest to you. A last question, would you befriend someone like you? Or, how would you react to meeting someone that deeply reminds you of yourself?Which one are you, a telepath, or an alien?
I don't understand the purpose of this question.
It's clear to me that you haven't been lonely often.
Yet another assumption. You're mistaken.
Here is what pointed me to claiming you see people as sources of validation. You never describe people as separate entities, with their own story and qualities, but always in relation to you, to your problems, to how they are judging you, you, you:
my classmate - who was a clever girl, no doubt - rejoiced in making herself look smarter than me in class. other people, too, thought I was smart. their approval and appreciation I cared for far more than those of the adults who did shower me in compliments other than not accepting me into their social circles or even as much as talking to me most of the time, they also thought I was smart a pledge for caring I must be fit to someone's interests and expectations of me to be worthy of their appreciation, let alone love. you have no idea what is expected of you. there's rarely any sensible indication of what you've achieved, as people tend to stay silent about what they feel, no matter how much pain it causes. the rumours she heard about me Because a few persons couldn't hold up to what others truly think of them the world will never bend to one's effortless wishes. a few will have to go through learning about what some people really think of them. I have to make contact with people, reach out to them, which means - risk my ego's integrity. so do consider before you judge the closed one. wish that more people would respond ("How pathetic, Jesus Christ!.."). I can rarely feel my own success. One sincere sentence - "You can do this" - from an Internet stranger whom I'll probably never meet in reality will do wonders to my motivation, for for once, someone has faith in me when I have none left. Again, this obsession with judgement
This is how I learned to accept the company of people I hated - just because they payed attention to meThe way I see it, I allowed myself to care about myself, after years of self-pity.
Self-pity and self-aggrandizement are two sides of the same coins: self-absorption. People with crippling insecurities are just as obsessed with their image and with themselves as people who feel better than everyone else. In fact, both tend seem think that they are special and unique, either in their qualities or in their brokenness. It doesn't seem to me that you've broken out of that cycle of self-absorption.a friend of mine noted that in this battle I became what I fought: a person isolated from others...
despite sounding completely ordinary to many of you reading it
Why do you claim to know how your writing sounds to us readers? Especially since you also mention being unable to relate to others. I quote
I have no idea just how different people might be: not enough data on hands.
Which one are you, a telepath, or an alien?Ever since I realised just how selfish people around me - particularly my parents - are
Who are you referring to, other than your parents? You've mentioned friends and the groups of people you can't seem to fit in. What is selfish about them? Excluding you? Do you feel entitled to being approached spontaneously by people, when you don't approach them spontaneously yourself?I had very few friends, and this fact made me care deeply about each and every one of them.
It seems disturbing to apply the law of supply and demand to personal relationships. Friends are no commodity. Isn't the fact that they are your friends reason enough for you to care about them, regardless of how many they are?When the only person you can talk to daily doesn't understand stories and tales the way you do, you're only left to talk about the superficial - and you do, just to keep their company.
This strikes me as dishonest, desperate and manipulative. What is so valuable about their company that you keep it despite not enjoying it?for the first time in my life, I had control over somebody rather than being controlled.
How have you been controlled? It seems to me that what's mostly controlling you, or rather what you let control you, is people's (perceived) judgment of you. People are not judging you all the time. They have other concerns than you - themselves, for one. The truth is most people you'll meet won't give a shit about you, and will forget all about you as quickly as they noticed you - and coming to terms with this can be incredibly liberating.
Although I find it well written and thought out, what I find disturbing about the post is that it shows no empathy or consideration of other people. It seems to portray people as mere sources of validation. It might do ThatFanficGuy good to take himself a little less seriously.
Do you realize how self-centered, if not masturbative, your writing comes across?
Ibrahim Maalouf Weather Report Two very different sounds, to branch out from what you're used to.
How do you feel about things like dancing? Or climbing? Unicycling?
As far as the tags are concerned, what I understand is that once you've become an active user, you're able to add tags to posts. That extra tag you underlined was likely added by a user other than the author. This is mentioned in the primer, which you might want to read if you haven't: Community Tags: Anyone in the Hubski community can add a community tag to a post, or suggest a different community tag. Users don't have the ability to create or edit community tags on other user's posts until they have filled up their hubwheel once. I'm guessing the alignment is a browser compatibility issue. I don't have that issue using Chrome or Firefox.Tags: Any time you submit content you can add up to two tags. Tags only use alpha-numeric characters and no spaces. You don't need to include the "#", it will be added for you. Special characters are not supported in tags. Tagging is an art form. Feel free to be creative!
Choke on it seductively.
Someone's about to get soaked.
Not to mention that sweet, sweet symmetry.
It's all in the curves.
New Zealand is just around the corner. Your life is a lie.
Looked like a great resource at first, but the content is disappointing. I tried it for Amsterdam but the only suggested attractions are the Red Lights District, and One Tree Hill Domain (Maungakiekie)...which is in New Zealand. A shame, since the interface looks promising.
A few documentaries I've watched, and enjoyed: Into The Abyss Home Inside Job Dear Zachary Tanzträume The Art of Flight Ben: Diary of a Heroin Addict http://documentaryheaven.com/ is a very good resource.
Love these, especially Michael Jones. Thank you for sharing.
Elliott Smith - Kiwi Maddog 20/20 (from Roman Candle)
The War On Drugs - In Reverse (from Lost In The Dream)
Balmorhea - Masollan (from Stranger)
I don't think it's about finding what you're good at, so much taking the time to become good at something, and not giving up before the effort and practice start paying off.