Dr-ish
I hate lying. This is the fundamental reason chick-flicks make my skin crawl sometimes. Beautiful girl, sometimes average, often oppressed. A great guy, maybe above average, sometimes popular when that really isn't what he is after. Something happens, and WHAMMY!!!! Somebody lies. Sometimes the girl, sometimes the guy, occasionally a friend or someone else. They get hurt, refuse to see the other person, drama ensues.
Good grief, why can't they tell the truth, or at least live in sich a way that people would know the truth.
Too often in this world we live behind smoke screens of doubt and obscurity. Nobody has a real grasp on who the other person is. We look to date people that satisfy a certain image.
Once upon a time, when I was in highschool, I ran into a situation that dealt with images. "You are shattering the Dave-image," a friend said. "I am learning things about you that I totally did not know." At first I didn't know how to take this conversation. I hadn't done anything too terrible other than show my true colors a bit. I don't have black colors, but in high school I lived the color Teal and was the color Blue. I didn't tell people details, so the filled the rest in with assumptions.
It was a changing point in someways, that conversation. I began to realize that I played the mysterious card all too well. Girls were attracted to the mystery. Here was this guy who had a mysterious edge, wasn't ugly, and treated them with a bit of respect.
I didn't speak my whole mind. I sometimes would hang out. I didn't always say where I was going. I lived a mystery. I wouldn't tell my family all the details, and became different. I trusted my friends only to a certain level, then would say no more. I liked being different (still do).
I lived Teal.Then I got facial hair, started a thing called college and got older.Current affairs: Not much has changed. I share more, but I find a cling to my secret thoughts and passions and sometimes clam-up.
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My sister says that I over-analyze. I thought about that for awhile and then painfully agreed with her. I do over-analyze. I remember the fun that was being in a relationship. I try not to be a bad over-analyzer, I just get pleasure from thinking about things. So people like drugs as their addiction, some like chocolate, I like thinking.
The question is, how does an over-analyzing person be not over-analyzing sometimes. I don't know how to be just cool with things and not think cause I have practiced the other way so long.
Advice anyone?!?
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I saw the Jayhawks beat the Sooners by 1 point a bit ago. It was the such a great game. Gave me the same thrill as when the Jayhawks beat the Huskers last fall in football. That was a good one, like taking a great dump or eating the best chocolate. You pick.
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Good grief, why can't they tell the truth, or at least live in sich a way that people would know the truth.
Too often in this world we live behind smoke screens of doubt and obscurity. Nobody has a real grasp on who the other person is. We look to date people that satisfy a certain image.
Once upon a time, when I was in highschool, I ran into a situation that dealt with images. "You are shattering the Dave-image," a friend said. "I am learning things about you that I totally did not know." At first I didn't know how to take this conversation. I hadn't done anything too terrible other than show my true colors a bit. I don't have black colors, but in high school I lived the color Teal and was the color Blue. I didn't tell people details, so the filled the rest in with assumptions.
It was a changing point in someways, that conversation. I began to realize that I played the mysterious card all too well. Girls were attracted to the mystery. Here was this guy who had a mysterious edge, wasn't ugly, and treated them with a bit of respect.
I didn't speak my whole mind. I sometimes would hang out. I didn't always say where I was going. I lived a mystery. I wouldn't tell my family all the details, and became different. I trusted my friends only to a certain level, then would say no more. I liked being different (still do).
I lived Teal.Then I got facial hair, started a thing called college and got older.Current affairs: Not much has changed. I share more, but I find a cling to my secret thoughts and passions and sometimes clam-up.
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My sister says that I over-analyze. I thought about that for awhile and then painfully agreed with her. I do over-analyze. I remember the fun that was being in a relationship. I try not to be a bad over-analyzer, I just get pleasure from thinking about things. So people like drugs as their addiction, some like chocolate, I like thinking.
The question is, how does an over-analyzing person be not over-analyzing sometimes. I don't know how to be just cool with things and not think cause I have practiced the other way so long.
Advice anyone?!?
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I saw the Jayhawks beat the Sooners by 1 point a bit ago. It was the such a great game. Gave me the same thrill as when the Jayhawks beat the Huskers last fall in football. That was a good one, like taking a great dump or eating the best chocolate. You pick.
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D <><
posted by David B at 4:25 PM
