If something happens over and over, you'd think that you'd get used to it. Oh, if it happens over a span of a few months, even years, you think your brain would have already got you ready so you won't feel that invisible hand crushing your heart all the time.
I mean, WTF? It suddenly occurs to me i should be more hateful of the opposites now.
I stand right here, in this small space and what you look at is me. That's me. I make mistakes, i forget, and i may make the same mistakes over and over. We'd think that's acceptable.
Well I'm sorry. That's just me.
Couldn't anyone just accept this? Sometimes i make these mistakes, over and over. I don't mean to, believe it or not.
Has it ever occured to anyone that maybe i just have a short attention span? But i guess to most that actually equates to "YOU DON'T CARE".
I'm pretty sure all of you do not know what i'm blabbing about. Same with me. But i have to do something, ANYTHING to numb out the pain.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Who am I?
Me? Just your average guy. A nerdy one. I enjoy intelligent conversation, witty banter, humorous stories. I enjoy technology. I enjoy books, fantasy novels.
Yes, i play a bit of D&D. I own an Xbox 360 (my second unit). I enjoy gaming. I enjoy Xbox Live.
You're probably bored now.
I like music. Rock music. Alternative music. I play guitar, and i play the drums. I've been in numerous bands since high school.
I've been a government employee, I've been a customer service agent, I've been a medical representative, I've been a tech support agent. In that order.
I enjoy my life. Or the lack of it. I am generally happy. I do not show sadness that easily. That's because i wear a mask of a happy-go-lucky disposition.
have i put you to sleep yet?
I am a hopeless romantic (yes, there is such a thing).
I am all these and more. For most, it's easy to deal with me. For other's it's not enough. I have to be what they want me to be.
I refuse that. Accept me as i am. That's all i'll ever be.
Yes, i play a bit of D&D. I own an Xbox 360 (my second unit). I enjoy gaming. I enjoy Xbox Live.
You're probably bored now.
I like music. Rock music. Alternative music. I play guitar, and i play the drums. I've been in numerous bands since high school.
I've been a government employee, I've been a customer service agent, I've been a medical representative, I've been a tech support agent. In that order.
I enjoy my life. Or the lack of it. I am generally happy. I do not show sadness that easily. That's because i wear a mask of a happy-go-lucky disposition.
have i put you to sleep yet?
I am a hopeless romantic (yes, there is such a thing).
I am all these and more. For most, it's easy to deal with me. For other's it's not enough. I have to be what they want me to be.
I refuse that. Accept me as i am. That's all i'll ever be.
Why Am I Even Here?
Well, here i am. Made a blog.
Now what?
To tell you honestly, i never wanted a blog. Sure, i like to write, but i always thought i might not be able to tend to a blog. I'd probably end up posting, and forgetting about posting some more.
But on certain days (and these certain days have been happening every day now), I want to write. To keep myself from feeling so bad like this.
That invisible hand in my chest sure is practicing its grip a lot. Well, i doubt anyone would read the drivel i'd post here. I just want to numb out the pain. Let it out.
Not many friends would readily listen to what pains me.
Oh, I have many friends. They're good friends. But i wear a mask.
They see me, just this happy guys without a care in the world. Happy-Go-Lucky. That's me. To them anyway. But inside, there are things that sometimes are just too hard to handle.
well... here goes nothing.
Now what?
To tell you honestly, i never wanted a blog. Sure, i like to write, but i always thought i might not be able to tend to a blog. I'd probably end up posting, and forgetting about posting some more.
But on certain days (and these certain days have been happening every day now), I want to write. To keep myself from feeling so bad like this.
That invisible hand in my chest sure is practicing its grip a lot. Well, i doubt anyone would read the drivel i'd post here. I just want to numb out the pain. Let it out.
Not many friends would readily listen to what pains me.
Oh, I have many friends. They're good friends. But i wear a mask.
They see me, just this happy guys without a care in the world. Happy-Go-Lucky. That's me. To them anyway. But inside, there are things that sometimes are just too hard to handle.
well... here goes nothing.
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