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Theres a fair chance I might be in pain, or on drugs, for the rest of my life. Why don't I feel gutted about that?
It got me thinking about stuff though. It highly probable that we do only get one chance at this life. And we only get the one body in which to carry oursleves around in. And the body is so fragile. If it gets to hot it burns and you have a scar there for the rest of your life. If you cut yourself, it will heal, but there is a mark on your body for ever.
Ever decision that we make, may be our only chance at that decision.It doesn't seem to make sense to my heart that we only get one chance. It doesn't seem fair either.
I'm always going to be me. I'll never have a chance to be a tall person. I won't ever know what its like to go to a concert and be able to see over the top of peoples heads. I'll never be a man and know how it feels to have sex with a beautiful woman. Or pee standing up. I'll never be french, or american. I'll never get to be an evil person, or a killer. I'll never get to be a martyr or someone who has casual sex.
It just seems wrong to me that I won't ever het to experiance these things however much I want to. Because these things aren't who I am. If I new for certain that I would get another chance at life, I'd relax a little and not worry about the consequences of my actions.
It got me thinking about stuff though. It highly probable that we do only get one chance at this life. And we only get the one body in which to carry oursleves around in. And the body is so fragile. If it gets to hot it burns and you have a scar there for the rest of your life. If you cut yourself, it will heal, but there is a mark on your body for ever.
Ever decision that we make, may be our only chance at that decision.It doesn't seem to make sense to my heart that we only get one chance. It doesn't seem fair either.
I'm always going to be me. I'll never have a chance to be a tall person. I won't ever know what its like to go to a concert and be able to see over the top of peoples heads. I'll never be a man and know how it feels to have sex with a beautiful woman. Or pee standing up. I'll never be french, or american. I'll never get to be an evil person, or a killer. I'll never get to be a martyr or someone who has casual sex.
It just seems wrong to me that I won't ever het to experiance these things however much I want to. Because these things aren't who I am. If I new for certain that I would get another chance at life, I'd relax a little and not worry about the consequences of my actions.
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Don't worry about it.
Sorry for getting all wierdo wonam on you.
Sorry for getting all wierdo wonam on you.
Ros, i'm sorry! I honestly have no idea how old you are, and I just guessed... soz!
It seems like you're going through a rough patch in your life right now, and I hope you can get through it in one piece.
For my two cents, you seem to be resigned to certain things rather than accepting them (the difference being that the latter state of mind means that you are less likely to pine over the current state of affairs). To paraphrase Goatboy, life doesn't have to be like that. It can be what you make it. I have a friend with severe diabetes, glaucoma, and kidney disease. Yet she is one of the most fun people I know, and she has friends who would happily take bullets for her.
I dunno if any of this is remotely relevant, but frankly I'm in a strange mood today...
For my two cents, you seem to be resigned to certain things rather than accepting them (the difference being that the latter state of mind means that you are less likely to pine over the current state of affairs). To paraphrase Goatboy, life doesn't have to be like that. It can be what you make it. I have a friend with severe diabetes, glaucoma, and kidney disease. Yet she is one of the most fun people I know, and she has friends who would happily take bullets for her.
I dunno if any of this is remotely relevant, but frankly I'm in a strange mood today...
Urgh, how rude.
If you have one handy, just smack them on the back of the neck with a ruler.
If you have one handy, just smack them on the back of the neck with a ruler.
They do it cause I'm the one that gets wound up easily.
"Slaveunit caught me just as some collegues at work were teasing me."
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How.Rude.
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How.Rude.
Mystique wrote:
Some stuff.
Wow thanks.
damn I feel like I was fishing for compliments now....
still its always nice to get them.
Slaveunit caught me just as some collegues at work were teasing me.
Some stuff.
Wow thanks.
damn I feel like I was fishing for compliments now....
still its always nice to get them.
Slaveunit caught me just as some collegues at work were teasing me.
Rosalind wrote:
> What I came across as being 18. Oh Joy. Not only only am I stupid
> fat unattractive and dull, I'm also immature. Fantastic.
>
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Going by your picture, you're *so* not fat. And by your posts you're not dull or immature either. Can't really comment on the unnatractive but if I were gay..I would ;)
You're fantastic!
Shame on you Slaveunit. SHAME
> What I came across as being 18. Oh Joy. Not only only am I stupid
> fat unattractive and dull, I'm also immature. Fantastic.
>
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Going by your picture, you're *so* not fat. And by your posts you're not dull or immature either. Can't really comment on the unnatractive but if I were gay..I would ;)
You're fantastic!
Shame on you Slaveunit. SHAME
So simple and yet so ingenius...
Sometimes I'm walking somewhere, and I see so many people walking by, to wherever they're going.
And I wonder what it's like, what they'll do, all the things that happen the likes of which I'll never see.
But then a little more thought brings trhe realisation that for better or worse, even in the confinds of your own life, there's still not enough time to do or experience everything. Unfortunately, you just kind of have to accept it and make the most of it, do as much as you can.
Then I think a little more, and broaden my goals. Sure, you can spend your life trying to do everything, but that's not ultimately what I'm looking for from life. Sure it's a part of it, but just one of many factors that contribute to living well.
So I guess you just have to try not to waste time, and experience all that you can that will actually benefit you.
Reminds me of a quote I like:
Procrastination is like masturbation - it's fun, until you realize the only thing you've done is f*** yourself.
:^)
Sometimes I'm walking somewhere, and I see so many people walking by, to wherever they're going.
And I wonder what it's like, what they'll do, all the things that happen the likes of which I'll never see.
But then a little more thought brings trhe realisation that for better or worse, even in the confinds of your own life, there's still not enough time to do or experience everything. Unfortunately, you just kind of have to accept it and make the most of it, do as much as you can.
Then I think a little more, and broaden my goals. Sure, you can spend your life trying to do everything, but that's not ultimately what I'm looking for from life. Sure it's a part of it, but just one of many factors that contribute to living well.
So I guess you just have to try not to waste time, and experience all that you can that will actually benefit you.
Reminds me of a quote I like:
Procrastination is like masturbation - it's fun, until you realize the only thing you've done is f*** yourself.
:^)
Well the official site has links to order it in the USA and Canada...
http://www.p-mate.ca/order.htm
I can solve your other problems too.
You wanna be french?
Simply wear a striped blue and white t-shirt, wear onions around your nexk, ride a bike with a frech stick in the basket, and go "ahoh-hi-hoh-hi-hoh" to all passers by.
http://www.p-mate.ca/order.htm
I can solve your other problems too.
You wanna be french?
Simply wear a striped blue and white t-shirt, wear onions around your nexk, ride a bike with a frech stick in the basket, and go "ahoh-hi-hoh-hi-hoh" to all passers by.
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