<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268</id><updated>2024-09-22T20:02:11.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Times of an Aspey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-3906080821330549316</id><published>2013-09-17T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T21:18:17.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academic World...</title><content type='html'>It has been far too long..&lt;br /&gt;
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So for the few months I have done nothing but try to survive the flanks of life and try to become something of myself. As of right now I have yet to come to a logical conclusion of myself and life. Many things have occurred over the past few months. As of recent I have become a student as The Akron University. I am well aware that I am probably over bearing myself. Going from a community campus to a massive big city campus in little to no time is quite a jump for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also, not quite saying, may have a potential boyfriend. Met him at Colossalcon this summer. He listens to me and knows me so well already. We shall see where it takes us.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could go on this tangent about education and how teachers just don&#39;t get it but I should rest up for now. I hope that I can get back on this writing train.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/3906080821330549316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-academic-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/3906080821330549316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/3906080821330549316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-academic-world.html' title='The Academic World...'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-4742944928441461950</id><published>2013-05-06T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T19:37:39.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school... Hoo Haw!</title><content type='html'>Ah at long last school is finally coming to an end. Finals are in a couple of days and new beginnings are coming on the horizons. I may be going to a bigger school. A hair is in order. Work is... well work and new goals have been made. I can only imagine what the summer brings. I have purchased a voice recorder as of late and wish to use it as my means of communication. I have been doing podcasts for a while. I don&#39;t believe I can use this portable voice recorder for my podcasts but it will help a little.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go Here If Interested In My Podcasts:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://muzeypodcasts.webs.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Muzey Podcasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Also My Youtube Page:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/user/prsfilms&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;My Youtube Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading thus far guys. I will post more as life unfolds.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/4742944928441461950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/05/end-of-school-hoo-haw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/4742944928441461950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/4742944928441461950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/05/end-of-school-hoo-haw.html' title='End of school... Hoo Haw!'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-2425774598236560459</id><published>2013-03-31T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T13:53:26.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies..</title><content type='html'>For the lack of posts..&lt;br /&gt;
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School has been hectic. With all the projects in and out of the classroom I can&#39;t help be feel over whelmed. There is so much I wish to tell...&lt;br /&gt;
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In the mean time, I have started to pick up on podcasting my thoughts on society.. Check it out if you guys are interested.&lt;br /&gt;
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Give feedback if you like.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks everyone and have a Happy Easter :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/2425774598236560459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/2425774598236560459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/2425774598236560459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies..'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-1355579066294118499</id><published>2013-03-03T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-03T22:52:10.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception..</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a &quot;podcast&quot; that describes this a bit better than I could ever explain. I want to type this out as best I can but I don&#39;t believe I will fully get it out. Instead, allow me a video instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy the podcast.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have done 8 episodes of this broadcasting ideal and I quite enjoy it. I just wish I had better material to get the messages out in a more cleaner and professional manner. &lt;br /&gt;
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What are your thoughts?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/1355579066294118499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/03/perception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/1355579066294118499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/1355579066294118499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/03/perception.html' title='Perception..'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-2218414009831131704</id><published>2013-02-17T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-17T21:42:28.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedules...</title><content type='html'>Not all of us need them...&lt;br /&gt;
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There is this big thing in the Aspergers/Autism world, that &#39;aspies&#39; and &#39;auties&#39; have to have a schedule. I am under this impression of constant plans and god forbid if the sky turns pink. I don&#39;t have those really strong urges to keep a set in stone plan. However, my father thinks otherwise. Apparently, Aspergers means an extreme version of OCD. Really? I am not the slight bit organized. So he wants to enforce a schedule. Ok I have no problem with that. Schedule are good in life. It keeps you organized and well put together. But when your dad is trying to create that schedule for you.. thats just annoying. On top of that, he keeps changing it. Now how am I to get a schedule down to learn things if every other month you keep changing it? That does not help my case.&lt;br /&gt;
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On top of that, when I had my first ever melt down, when I wasn&#39;t allowed to leave the house because the counter wasn&#39;t done correctly and missed a few spots and your girlfriend kept me from leaving the house basketball style, you stepped in and stopped the panic. She was coming closer to me and I said stop... She wouldn&#39;t. She looked so proud that she did that. You know what though dad? You couldn&#39;t calm me down. You just told me three simple words,&quot;Shut up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fuck you dad. You apparently don&#39;t give a flying fuck about me if that&#39;s all you can say. Your girlfriend is allowed in my room.. with YOUR permission. That&#39;s bull.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know he means well.. but he can&#39;t keep changing the schedule like this. It just makes it harder to learn a schedule. It&#39;s annoying. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/2218414009831131704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/02/schedules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/2218414009831131704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/2218414009831131704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2013/02/schedules.html' title='Schedules...'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-6903483997487676701</id><published>2013-02-02T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-02T19:50:24.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Double Life...</title><content type='html'>Child and adult all at once...&lt;br /&gt;
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There come times in my life when I am supremely confused, some more than others. As of late, my father and I have not been on the best of terms. He has been acting very strange and it has begun to bother me to great strengths. For example, today after work, I went to my room to find that it has been cleaned. Granted I am thankful that he has cleaned it (he shouldn&#39;t really) but I started to have a bit of a panic because everything was moved around and my door was left open. I don&#39;t like my door open for privacy and safety reason of my fish. My cat knows that I have one and he could cause damage to the tank and I don&#39;t want her to get in and eat my fish or anything. On top of this, he has accumulated a bunch of things that was clutter and put it all in a box. Most people would find this pleasant but I on the other hand find it rude and not fair. Things like earache drops, jewelry and odd and ends I have made were some of the few. He even put my private stash of&amp;nbsp;granola bars in the kitchen instead of my room where I had them.&amp;nbsp;He also left a list I started of things that we needed for the house (Cat Food, Cat Litter and Trash Bags) in my room with the last item scratched off. I am not sure what I have done to piss him off so much but this is just the tip of the iceberg. A few weeks ago is when it got bad...&lt;/div&gt;
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Now just as a simple piece of&amp;nbsp;knowledge, I am not a messy person. I get clutter and the such but I do not make a&amp;nbsp;horrendous mess when it comes down to it. I vacuum once a week, I clean up my mirror and take care of my laundry etc; primarily clutter. This the root of where my behalf began. Where it truly rooted I am unsure of but I know this does have something to do with it. Either way, I find myself threatened.&lt;/div&gt;
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A few months ago I had left a bag of&amp;nbsp;dedicates&amp;nbsp;by the washer and dryer to be washed when it came closer to time. I was going to wear the items it contained for my past Ohayocon but alas... I couldn&#39;t find it. I had lost it and could not find the bag containing my black dress and a couple pieces I was going to potentially become a steampunk cosplay. It was a &amp;nbsp;shirt and pair of pants but still it was&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;that it be washed in a special cycle.&lt;/div&gt;
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I had a fit because I couldn&#39;t find it. I asked my dad if he had seen it and said no. I went downstairs frustrated because I had not moved it (the basement is where the laundry room is). My dad followed me and we started to bicker. He got angry and told me that it should have been in my room. O.o what? Delicates that need washed do not belong in your bedroom, last I checked. After trying to tell him that very thing, the worst happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He got and angry (please let me finish this statement before people panic) and picked up a pair of scissors by the blade and shook the handle at me telling me something along the lines of, &quot;This is down here too!&quot; It was like he was telling me that it shouldn&#39;t be down there either. I couldn&#39;t understand his reasoning. I know it doesn&#39;t sound threatening on paper but when that kind of thing occurs with your father yelling at you with a stiff and stern posture and face... you can&#39;t help but die inside.. I died inside that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling out to everyone and anyone who live this. He has never laid a hand on me but that day. He scared me .. bad. All of this is accumulating because I am not reaching my fathers expectations. I want to live by my own accord but I am stuck in this childlike state because I have yet to move out and I am under his control. His house, his rules. That means if he wants the door open, he will do so. I have no items of mine. (ok I do but it sure as hell doesn&#39;t feel that way)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyone please send advice. I am so frustrated. I vacuum twice a week first floor and my room, take care of the kitty litter and most of the time the food (sense the cat knocks over the bull I have been trying to switch over to just filling it myself instead of the container it is in), my own laundry, keeping my room up to date and clean up the kitchen floor and front room floor as well as keep up with the basics of the bathroom. But because my dad saw dust on the bathroom counter even though I just cleaned it (I must have missed a couple spots and got the main messes) and that I vacuum but apparently I move the vacuum too quick (apparently?) that I don&#39;t pick up dirt etc (Oh yes I do!) then he can come into my room and move stuff out of my room and leave my door open etc. I don&#39;t care anymore if people think I am a spoiled brat or what. I know what dad did with the scissors is not ok! If you want to teach me do it fucking right!&lt;/div&gt;
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Also I can&#39;t move out quite yet. At 24, I make minimum wage at 8 or so dollars an hour. Most&amp;nbsp;apartments&amp;nbsp;go for 400 at least a month and thats not including electric and water. I am in school and want to&amp;nbsp;experiment&amp;nbsp;with Podcasting and vlogging etc. Communication sounds like fun...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Watching up to the point of initial passing out of Bilbo Baggins has proven to be quite a hilarious movie indeed. The scene with them tossing the plates and singing was very fun to watch. By comparison to the LOTR Trilogy, this one is more laid back. There are a lot more happier moments to spare. Not sure If I approve this or not. Though that doesn&#39;t hold back the beautiful landscape, camera direction and acting. The music is fantastic as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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So 2013 has finally arrived. School is about to take wing and Ohayocon (a japanese anime/gaming/culture convention) is upon us. I can hardly wait to see what the new year is about to bring. I can tell things are getting heated up at home already. Dad has yelled at me again. I am unsure if I am completely to blame of if dad is slowly falling apart. I am currently working on my story. I am going to be so busy.. But you know what.. I kind of need it... I need to keep busy. Other wise,&lt;br /&gt;
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I had promised my dads current girlfriend that I would bake cookies. Though I would have to do such fun affairs, I have as of late come down with a bad cough. I was unsure of the proper procedural actions in just simply saying no. I didn&#39;t know how to simply say it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cough still continues. I feel like puking when I wake up. It doesn&#39;t hurt though. It&#39;s clear and doesn&#39;t burn. I think I just haven&#39;t vacuumed my room in a while. I will have to take note to do it soon. Anyways, I have come to realize the christmas spirit is lacking in my heart as of late. I don&#39;t want to become a Scrooge about it but it seems to lack when it comes to Christmas. I hate that too. I hate that it is Jesus&#39;s birthday and I feel all so grouchy and emotionless. I feel as though it is a bit difficult as to describe why. One of the theories is because I keep getting mixed responses when I receive and give gifts. Either I get an overly excited or and underly appreciated reaction. I have no idea as to why I keep getting this reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t even know why I keep getting these reactions. I am unsure if I can&#39;t read what is happening or if that is truly the reaction. I am not sure how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also get the feeling that I receive childish gifts. Though that is up to debate. I see people get things like appliances and expensive electronics. What do I get? Candy and gloves and a bath wrap. Do not get me wrong. I am thankful and all of the gifts I got this year. I love receiving gifts from people. I am forever greatful. It&#39;s just that people perceive me as a child. I want to be treated like an adult. But I guess that wont happen for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any ways, I am not feeling well so I will head off. Not feeling well sure does stink on Christmas. I used to have that as a kid. Well anyways, Happy Holidays... Merry Christmas... Happy Yule.. No matter what you celebrate! Goodnight and may this year be very well this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is one thing I keep constantly seeing in terms of those whom are on the Autistic Spectrum and that is that people don&#39;t understand/notice what they mean and/or do. I am having this issue right now as I have no idea how to put words together and say what is needed to be said. There is very little understood (for some reason) about this concept of us not knowing how to get our brain and our mouth to communicate together and process what is needed. I keep finding myself saying something and people getting upset because I didn&#39;t say what I thought I said or vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Course this is under the assumption that the person on the spectrum can speak but even in typed messages words can still get construed and it can be quite frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) &lt;b&gt;Think Outside the Box&lt;/b&gt;- If the child is acting a certain way that does not seem logical then it could be for a very overly obvious reason. I hate to use the reason shootings in Conneticut but I will for the sake of example. If your child is annoyed by the topic it may be that they just want something else to be shown on tv cause they don&#39;t want to be hurt anymore by the tragedy. They want everyone to move on. This concept could not be simply thought of and has to be thought out side the box to understand. They may not be able to display the concept in words and the only way they were able to display the information was to get away from it. Or sometimes by acting very irrational such as laughing (maybe thinking of something in there head etc to help escape the thought) or other happy moods even when the subject is brought up.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) &lt;b&gt;Ask Them&lt;/b&gt;- I know this seems obvious but do not feel afraid to ask why they have reacted in such a way that you may not understand. If they get agitated, tell them that they do so to you (if this fact applies). If you ask them ahead of time if you can ask why they act a certain way this will help. Some will feel agitated and angry by it but tell you want to better understand and are curious and wish to understand there methods. This should help lighten the mood. If it still doesn&#39;t make sense use past experiences to help gather ideas and theories. Tell them to use words they normally don&#39;t use to help describe there emotions and why its happening.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) &lt;b&gt;Metaphoric or Literal&lt;/b&gt;- This is a bit of a tricky one. It&#39;s the same issue as describing the Bible. Do you take the passages literally or metaphorically? This will take practice to learn and figure out how there language works when it comes to explaining things. It is the hardest and one of the most customizable things you will have to take part in with your child in some cases. Learn what they mean by certain meanings... such as it hurts (emotionally) and it hurts (physically). This seems obvious to adults and those off the spectrum but for those on the spectrum it is very difficult to decipher sometimes. Mind you this piece of advice goes on further and wider spectrums. You may have to go back to advice 1 to figure this one out. Think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) &lt;b&gt;Please Be Patient&lt;/b&gt;- I know you are agitated with the parent/guardian. You may not make sense to them but keep in mind they don&#39;t make sense to you either. Try multiple ways to explain to them why you act or say certain things. Take your time and don&#39;t rush. I know that is hard, it is for me. Any time there is confusion take a deep breath and try again with different words and concepts. &lt;br /&gt;
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2) &lt;b&gt;Be Open&lt;/b&gt;- Don&#39;t bottle yourself up. Let them know why you act the way you do. If you hold it in and not explain it will be harder when trying to explain things in the long run. This also applies to in general when it comes to admitting and talking about things.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the 3rd grade, we had these little baby chicky&#39;s that came into our class room. I can&#39;t quite remember why we had them or anything but I remember them quite well. I remember they liked to hop out of the kids hands for some odd reason. Maybe they wanted to take flight despite biological boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;
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Any ways, I wanted to prevent them from falling out of my hands so I held them a certain way. I would clasp them so lightly but let my pointer finger and my ring finger split apart so the head could fit through. Unfortunately one of the students thought I was choking it but when I tried to explain (if memory serves right) some one took it away from me. Thanks f*cker....&lt;br /&gt;
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Also I remember as a kid we had a small garden at around the same grade and I remember planting a small seed and ... stomping on it. At the time, I remember watching others plant and they would pat it down. Well, I thought that you had to do that I just decided to use my foot with light force. I do not mean that sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;
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I get misunderstood all the time. I have no idea how to correct it. It happens all the time. It is, however, a two way street. I misunderstand them just as much as they do me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel so alone because of it and what I believe in gets construed all the time. My words get twisted and people don&#39;t listen to me and jump the gun about me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any of you ever have those?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not sure why but as of recent my dad has had this very distant feeling. I can see it in his eyes and the way he talks. I have no idea what is going on. I hope to God it is not because of me. In a way, it is very weird for it to be &#39;my fault&#39;. But I don&#39;t deny that it may have something to do with it. He is happy all the time when Mary is around but for some reason when he is just doing his own thing I walk in and he is so depressed. He hasn&#39;t said it upright but when his voice trails off and doesn&#39;t have the upbeat tone in his voice, I begin to worry. I have finals and this is on my mind along with other things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I keep feeling like he is drifting. I can&#39;t tell if he is sad or just tired. Is he even happy? Was he ever happy with his life to begin with. He seems so sad as of late. I am unsure as to why but it just seems out of place. He doesn&#39;t seem himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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(btw and update on the internet thing.. I have noticed that is not letting up on the situation. I went last night to the bathroom and I left my door open. So what&#39;s the first thing my dad does? Goes into my room to see if I have my tower hooked up to the internet, sense he saw it on and everything... Really dad really?)&lt;br /&gt;
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So my semester has become a total failure. In so many ways, this semester not only academically but emotionally and mentally has put a strain on myself. Not only have I failed (pretty much) this semester, but I have now had two of my windows broken in my van. I couldn&#39;t come to any conclusion to what I possibly have done to deserve all of this. I had a IM chat with a friend of mine.. I spilled so much... no spelling corrections will be made.. just straight from the chat box.. the name is changed for protective purposes..&lt;br /&gt;
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Mew-Z: hi there... :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: hello&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: how was your day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: busy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I feel ya.. I doubt my day is busier than yours but time is
a crunchin..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: i was beeing sarcastic,i am having a star trek voyager
marathon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: ah.. well either case.. at least its the weekend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: stil.. I don&#39;t feel safe at the house.. no idea what to do
really..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: self fulling prophecy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: self fullfilling prophecy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: stop playing dumb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you know exaclty what im going to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: O.o no I don&#39;t.. I thought of this though when you said
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Mew-Z: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr-SqRWImmI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: okay not donig that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: :P theme of my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you need to help yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you not anyone else is in controlof your life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: change as you want to, not as anyones else says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that undefined metamorphisis from the thing on a leash to
the one leading the leashed...........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: stop the analysis on the topic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: start your life&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: ........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: this is not some srt of therapy, and im not a
docter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: Thats what I thought I was doing..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: of course not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: i cannot handle your every concern, but you know
how&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I know you cant...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: everytime you face a decicions, you go to our
friends for support&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you do not need that support&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you are a fully capable person&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you have the ability to have joy in your life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you have the ability to make your way in life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: go ahead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: Am I supposed to say something..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you wanted to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: now say it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: what can I possibly say at times that I have no words
... just black thoughts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: blank not black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: okay, one final thought for the night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: you are in a bad place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: with nowhere to run&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: no hopes, no desires, and no direction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: are you gonna sit down and take it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: or are you gonna make ourself happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: think too long about this, and you will have gained
the direction that you need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: im sorry i cant help you anymore with your
problems, cause you have already solved them yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I know you cant&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;help me.. I keep going to people hoping for solutions.. hoping that a
plan could emit from them instead of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: there you go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you are free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I already knew this from the get go..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: so whats stopping you from being happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you dont have a computer for gaiming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you car is being trashed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: and you are failing in your studies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: thats pisses you off? doenst it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: yes... of course.. well more or less just keeps
pushing me down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: god dammit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: so you are having a tought time at school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: study, and do well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: stop being pushed down, and show the people around
you that you are not to be put down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: if i had done the same, i would not even be
employed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: wake up, and do something,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you dont need someone for support, especially when
you have sole ability to change it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you need proff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: here it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown:
http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view;_ylt=A0PDoV5G7cNQ8HYAtXCJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBlMTQ4cGxyBHNlYwNzcgRzbGsDaW1n?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3F_adv_prop%3Dimage%26va%3Dbasket%2Bfull%2Bof%2Bkittens%26fr%3Dyfp-t-701%26tab%3Dorganic%26ri%3D33&amp;amp;w=420&amp;amp;h=280&amp;amp;imgurl=www.mythreecats.com%2Fimages%2Fkittens_in_a_basket.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fbogeysblogsphere.wordpress.com%2F2009%2F10%2F&amp;amp;size=28.3+KB&amp;amp;name=cat+egory+group+cats+grand+prize+%3Cb%3Ekittens+%3C%2Fb%3Ein+a+%3Cb%3Ebasket+%3C%2Fb%3Esubmitted+by+...&amp;amp;p=basket+full+of+kittens&amp;amp;oid=b58454991d5a7e779bf24f3468cdc75f&amp;amp;fr2=&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-701&amp;amp;tt=cat%2Begory%2Bgroup%2Bcats%2Bgrand%2Bprize%2B%253Cb%253Ekittens%2B%253C%252Fb%253Ein%2Ba%2B%253Cb%253Ebasket%2B%253C%252Fb%253Esubmitted%2Bby%2B...&amp;amp;b=0&amp;amp;ni=264&amp;amp;no=33&amp;amp;ts=&amp;amp;tab=organic&amp;amp;sigr=11en84hm2&amp;amp;sigb=13lnth9qe&amp;amp;sigi=11i4jl13a&amp;amp;.crumb=rMlnG7F6kvj&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: how does that make yuo feel?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: ....... sadly.... just pleasing to the eyes..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I have felt like I am shut off at the time..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: then shuit down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: take it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: be the under achiever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: a reverse psychology&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: its a bitch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: stop analysing the situation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: are you gonna take the shit from a friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: or are you gonna do something about it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I am not sure why but I just want to slap
you.....................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: but that could be out of my own frustration and
knowing that I was wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: the slap me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I can&#39;t your in DC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: say it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: stop toying with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: say ........ what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: speak your mid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you gonna slap me with using words, better have
something to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you are nothing, but what you make of yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: what are you gonna do about it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: huh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: say it dammit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: You don&#39;t understand my side of the story.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;THough I know your words are much to me and
wise to my ears, I can&#39;t help but sometimes feel like you go blank to me. I am
in the process of trying to shift and not find myself but create myself. I must
admit it is somewhat childish to me when I look at myself and see that all I am
is alone..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I hope you understand that from this chair .. (
though I could tell it to your face)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: what the fuck are you gonna do to change this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: you come off as blank yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Only talking about things from the source of tezt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: cause i am blank&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: text&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: instead of using your own damn voice to speak what
comes to your mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: you want something from me, you want something from
life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: then fucking take ot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Because you yourself hate talking about this.. you
despise it ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: dont just sit down and take the hand you have been
delt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: i had that shit m y entire life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: So have I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: i am not taking this myself and neither shall you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Being the rope in tug of war.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: But all my life I have felt that there is nothing for
myself becuase I am just here.. nothing to look forward to and nothing to shoot
for becuase I have always been shut down... always been told things that memory
fails to remember but emotions do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: thats the point&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: your not a man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: but you need to grow a set of balls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: so suck it up, and do what you need to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I wish people would just be good but for some fucked
up reason I keep seeing people be nothing but pieces of filth.. I see it in
everyone family or not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: i like balls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: and you need some&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: make you laugh, good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: cause you can do what ever the fuck you want, and
you certainly dont need the guideance of someone like me, when you can handle
these problems with your own descretion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: going outside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Unknown, as I sit here blaring music in hopes of
drowning out the sounds of silence, I know that I can&#39;t get my pieces of
information together. I have always needed told everything. That has been the
treatment all my life. I was never &#39;tought&#39; how to think for myself and when I
do it was wrong!!! I have nothing on me as a person but the two bare hands that
I was born with and I am not going to sit here and take your shit! Why must the
lessons that I have to learn always end in anger and in tears..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: on the part of responding&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: but you need to take riskes and stand up for
yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: like you just did&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: tears or not, you cannot just take it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Why must I vent to people who wont listen.. ( not to
say oyou haven&#39;t) when there are others whom will and yet they are not
avalilbe... you answer me this. In the who scheme of life and all that there
is.... why oh why must there be somehting that is inside of us that Breaks us
down so far the rabit whole and to never see the grand light of day!!! tell ME!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Tell me why I have this going on in my life that I
have to turn into a hard ass and become some one I feel I am not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: ! WHY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: because its not goal, but the jorney that defines
us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: thats why i try so hard, thats why i risk my like
to pursue mathematical comuotations in the goverments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: thats why everyone of our friends look up tome&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: so you can get better pau?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: pay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: and that why you are gonna do what make you happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: pay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: and that why you are gonna do what make you happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: But as far as that I can not. Sure I could step out
and get out there. Money is a burden for alot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: brb 20 days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: 20 days?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Allow me some more of an insight. I am not sure f
this will even make sense but alas I must try my hardest to get you to
undertand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Maybe not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: but this is something that I can&#39;t bare to ever
think. THat I would ever do something like hit a friend.. on purpose. I keep
seeing it replayed over and over again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I had to pace to get me to calm down because nothing more
than that is ever going on at one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: once&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Do you think that we all have instinct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: well if thinking about what other poeple are
beleive you are capable of then...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: that just naturally we can just take everyday by day
knowing what we ahve to do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: break some noses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: That everyone knows how to take the information
downloaded into our brains and able to translate that into what we know is true
and ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I would surely love to know how someone can just
simple walk the ways of life and just simply figure all this out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: how they can just simply come up with an answer in
thin air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: like its some sort of fucking magic trick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: well, if you know enought to analize it then you
know how to deal with it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I tell you right now that I have no such ability&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I have no idea how you all just snap your fingers and
no how to solve the next problem ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: or maybe just simply ignore it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Nothing to me ever makes sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I do not have this instinct that I have spoken of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: Everyone and I myself expects me to be something.
thought the answers are different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: when I look deep inside of myself it is a blank piece
of apaper...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: good write what you want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: when I try to draw on it... there is nothing there..
the ink simply dissappears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: I can&#39;t get it all to stick..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: it will never stick&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: stop being negative&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: it will kill you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown: and destory everone you love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: There are hardly any that care.. I calll and rarely
anyone has ever answered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: and those who sometimes do.. have a certain bias that
coulds there heads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: clouds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: heads&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: No one in any given situation has given a &quot;true&quot;
answer. There is no one out there whom has ever given the perfect solution. and
even now I think how in the hell am I even able to conjur up words to put
together the ideas that are swirling in my head as I go.... and as I do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I wonder if you are even listening.. or if you just
fill in the blank.. but again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that could be my own clouded jdgement..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: because not only can the ink not stick.. but the eyes
are some what broken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I can not see properly the world that I want to see
..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: becuase I am so broken ... that I have yet to find
myself.. I thought I would have figured it out by tnow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that everything would be omeing to gehter for what I
want to do with myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I keep comoing up blank..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: is there really anything out there that is my want
for the rest of my life..... do you know what my heart truly desires...????&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: What my heart has begged for all this time... as I
sit here closing my eyes and praying for my heart to talk and tell me what I
need to know. I sit here typing mywhat my head has to say and you know hwa tit
says..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: at all?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: Do you know what my heart craves? True Love, Truth,
Knowledge, Adversity, Travel and see what green and blue Earth God has given
us, and most of all self reliaance... know that what I do is not a waste of
precious time.. that everything I do is part of a master plan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: Do you truly hear me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: or are you just sitting there waiting for me to stop
so you can interupt.. and here me cry one more time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: i hear you, but i do not know what anyones heart
desires&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: of course you don&#39;t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: you only know what of your own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that is a fault in all of us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: we only know what we as a self truly wants..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: not everyone else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: we have a beautiful but ugly thing called society..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: thats a drive in life that everyone keeps to
themselves, and is what makes everything possible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: we can all obey this alignment called society and yet
we can not hear the cries of everyone elses pains.. we can not help those whom
wish to be given that rope to climb the moutain of life..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I don&#39;t know what this all means becuase I keep rerouting
back to this one point and I know somewhat it is not true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that I have no such ability to do I what I crave so
much for.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: because my head and my heart does are not compatible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: they never were for anyone..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: So I have to sit here and think on the surface and
pray that it will all stick and become wht I need it to. becuase I have no
other way. Its like a piece of the animalistic instinct is not there or maybe
its broken or maybe its or just simply turned off..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: broken, missing, turned off..... thats all there is..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I don&#39;t have the tools to fix it. I do not wish a
doctor to tell me how to do it.. they want money just like I need it.. to move
out and on. Friends do tend to stay away from it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: they can handle it for so long...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: then they must part for they are sick and tired of
peopple.. which begs the question if that has become my circomstance.. that
people are so sick of hearing me be so lost. I don&#39;t have the tools they are
foreign. I am slow to learn and slow to certain ideas.. patience is a virtue..
and many lack it so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: for that I will promise you that for what ever virus
or reason my head has given me this foreign idea...... I oh you... a slap to
the face.............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I am unsure why.. maybe you have indeed ticked me off
for some unknown reason and idea..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I have merely fallen into my own trap of my own pain
and dismay but yet there are times it teases me and tells me that I owe you
that...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I owe you a kiss with my fist or palm. but my heart
craves ever so ....... no..........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: Two intertwining ideas alternating in my arms wanting
to give you a hit of the century.. but yet my inner child that knows nothing
but innocence simply grabs me and says no to just take it.. cause there is
nothing more..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: nothing more painful than to physically abuse someone
whom is trying to help you and feed you the ideas that are needed to fight in
this unfair war called life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown is now Online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I dont understand this battle that I have to face.
call me spoiled call me weak .. but I can not hear my self anymore but the
cries i wept at night to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: okay thats too much for me too read&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I feared you would say that............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: im making dinner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: that I have gone on this tangent. and yet its too
much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: some other time, too much infor right now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: so i spilled for no reason....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: you weren&#39;t really listeing and my tears were for
nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: because as usual I was screaming and no once can hear
a thing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unknown: did ypu ever consider that you were screaming too
much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: no...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: because my screams.. are normally in my own head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: that leak out into everyday life..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: I&#39;m sorry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: For all of this..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unknown is now Away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Mew-Z: plus if I am not mistaken .. once you close this
off... it all goes away right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: there.. sent it to you facebook... just incase you
don&#39;t want to read it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mew-Z: sorry skype.. you never had a facebook.. bleh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I just posted another piece on Figment and I am very satisfied with this one even though it does feel a bit incomplete. So here is A Storm in Healing..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh, thunderous clouds from hell you rise, a
symbol... a sign... of the greatest demise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You do more than scare the weak. You fill
my soul with a roaring shriek. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You do more than light the skies. You shake
the ground and hear the cries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Warning of danger you cast and emit. There’s
something here I must admit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For fear is what they hear and you see I
question why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Must they be timid and shy, while I stand
here and embrace this sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For those growls and flashes most run and
hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I run to the fields to see the great outside.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel your power, that great embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hold and respect that great true race. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some have died from your titanic breath. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I spread my arms and fear no death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And after this far long chase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel your tears upon my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For you are sad oh great demise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I am the only one of your only
allies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have only recently noticed the sadness that over comes me at this holiday time. I used to be so excited about the holidays to come but I keep finding myself coming back to tears. I am so stressed. I was never that &amp;nbsp;good at gift giving. I just winged it. I am unsure what triggers it so much. I listen to christmas music and I get this sense of bitter sweet. I don&#39;t know what to do at this point in regards what has happened thus far. The stress of me failing school surely does not help.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I am sick of commercialism. I am so sick of people making this all about gifts. Call me selfish, but black friday should be spent on yourself. I don&#39;t understand spending so much money on other people. This is not me being mean. This is me using logic. I just find more logic in buying products for people through out the year rather than one night. Black Friday is like a like getting raped by a thief in a dark alley. I try to avoid it. Though I do admit that I spent 40 dollars in movies for myself. But that is not my point.&lt;br /&gt;
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My point of all this is that I miss christmas for its core values. The love and family. I keep seeing people getting themselves hurt from and being stupid all over material things. I hate christmas for this.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is mostly sad on a personal level due to the parents divorce The pain I endured from just normal parenting stress. Plus the recent events causes me to become depressed this holiday season. Not much I can do on that though. Still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all have a good holiday this year. :) No matter what you celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;
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As I grow ever so quickly to the end of the semester I fear that I will have to take the same classes again that I have already once taken. All my assignments for the exception of homework, has come up either an F or a D. I fear for my grade and my future as the ability to progress in my education slowly falls apart. I have no idea what happened this semester but I may have to take the same exact classes again. I look back on these days and think of how I was going to make myself so proud. So strong and able to fight off the demon known as college that I would over come. I have to start asking about my grades and myself. It&#39;s ironic. I get most of my games taken away and then my grades drop. Normally distractions suggest poorer grades. Course my distractions have taken on a different form. My form of stress has been suggested otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have this stubborn nature. I don&#39;t want help at all. Knowing when you should call for help is very important in development for yourself. I have all my classes in a state of failure. I have finally hit rock bottom. Why did I not get help sooner. I was so confident starting out. But alas, I find myself fallen to the bottom put into pain and agony due to my own issues. Fallen from everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to get back on the road. I have no idea how to get back on track now. With only two weeks left of school I don&#39;t believe that there will be a way to get my grades back up. I pray for everyone to due the best, but I also pray that they also know when to say help. I ask if you believe in it to pray for me to know the difference and to say help when I need to. The people I do get help from don&#39;t tend to help so... I guess take that as you will.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#39;t tell you when to ask for help. I tend to wait till I am in desperado. I have to learn this quick. Otherwise, I will find myself here again with no latter out. If I can&#39;t succeed in school, I have no chance in hell anywhere else.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/7168025797295397271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/11/when-to-cry-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/7168025797295397271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/7168025797295397271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/11/when-to-cry-for-help.html' title='When to Cry for Help...'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-8089634534974483125</id><published>2012-11-25T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-25T23:16:39.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving is Halloween...</title><content type='html'>For Turkeys...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was unable to get internet on Thanksgiving so here was a quick type up I did during that time..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Thanksgiving
Blogpost. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;It is the
unfortunate event that although I have enjoyed my Thanksgiving dinner with my
mother and friend Justin, that I do not have internet connection at this time.
My mother does not have wifi. I am almost broke by this. But never fear,
Supernatural is here to keep me company. Well yes I have Justin but with no
chance of being able to update my blog and chat on facebook then I guess all I
can say is …. Withdrawal!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Anyway I
joke and kid. This Thanksgiving this year has been very joyful. Things were quite
bright and upbeat today. Most Thanksgivings are normally very stressing due to
constant need of schedule. For some reason mom has already made this initiative
to make me come over to on every even year for the holidays. I wish I could
just choose those days. Choose when do to the things that I want to do even if
there are consequences. Maybe that’s why God gave us choice, even if sin is
attached. He wanted us to choose whether or not to be in his light. That there
is such a thing as consequences and the other side. What better way to teach of
the dire evil than to give them the choice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;So sorry for
being dark, especially for a day that we should all be thankful for things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I stopped there due to distractions. Of course ya know... ADHD and all.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s pick up here shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I was going on a weird moment there. So I shall not go there.. The rest of the night into friday was interesting. The feast was good and the company was grand, even if he kept falling asleep on the couch. That night after visiting my grandmothers I went with some friends to hang out for black friday. I bought mostly for myself. I got hour movies and a Lady Gaga CD. There isn&#39;t much to say on black friday other than the fact I partially hate america for it. It lands on a day after we are to be thankful for the things we have and get mulled late that night for the one thing that someone else doesn&#39;t. I have no idea how to feel on this but I will just go with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;The holidays are bitter sweet. I have my little tree up with blue and silver (might add red and gold) and I still have this .. anquish? I have no idea. The reason I feel this way is confusing. With the issues that I have been getting here at the house lately, it has created a big swirl of emotions and heart ache. Even prior to the recent issues I still found Christmas and the holidays to be a pain. People spend money. People don&#39;t know how to spend money correctly.... SOOOO much debt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;But yeah back on Thanksgiving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I will simply end on this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I am thankful for the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;1) I am thankful for those whom have my back whether I realize it or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;2) I am thankful to live in a place where I have a roof over my head and food on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;3) I am thankful for a medium that allows me to connect with people all around the world... to people I don&#39;t even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;4) I am thankful I am alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;5) I am thankful for the family that I have whether I am related or not either way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;6) I am thankful for the fandoms I am a part of from anime to Sherlock to video games.. etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;7) I am thankful for the prayers and to whom they go to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;8) I am thankful that I even have a job even if it doesn&#39;t pay much right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;9) I am thankful for the education that I am receiving right now.. even if it&#39;s at a community campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;and 10) I am thankful for me and who I am as a person and that I know deep down inside I will try my hardest to be the best person that I can be. That is all I and any one can ever ask for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;(technically 11) Thank you for reading these posts if you have. It brings me joy that someone wants to listen. May this coming holiday and new year bring great joy to you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had told myself a long time ago that I wouldn&#39;t post anything here on a very personal level. The subjects discussed were to be very basic and simple. However, do to certain circumstances I must voice my thoughts on certain events that have occurred in our house hold. This is just a rant and may get deleted at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;
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If there is anything that I have learned over the past month it is simply that my belief of how things should be done are far more different then his viewpoints. The way we perceive information is very different. Allow me a chance to share the plan that I had made in a household.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are having a hard time with organizing chores among people here are some things to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
This system can be used for roommates and adults... or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;1) Chores/work is a team effort in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;2) There are two types of Chores (inside the house) Universal Chores and Self Chores. Self Chores are chores that are to be done because you made a mess (examples: your own room.. your dishes... tracking dirt or mudd in.. taking care of your own pet (unless a shared pet then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;it belongs in the Universal Chore List) etc) Universal are Chores that everyone is responsible of due to shared space.. Not one Chore is more important than the other. (Vacuuming, Dusting etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2a) Universal Chores are to be shared.... In every way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2b) Self Chores are not to be done by some one else.. unless the other party wants to help out in any &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; way.&amp;nbsp;They should not be forced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) An agreed system if any kind can be created so long as the parties are fair and equal among work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) and lastly.. Chores can be traited if agreed.. any rule can be broken as long as both/all parties agree to it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;This system was created after my father created a list of things to do around the ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;use. I have no issue with work. There isn&#39;t much being asked and maybe I should just suck it up and just do it what ever. I am so sorry that this does not seem to be the point. This is the main point of the whole thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;My father has asked me to do certain chores at certain times. For example, my dad has asked me to sweep twice a week. I normally only get around to it once a week. This does not seem like such a big deal. I normally get around to it once a week like most other chores (though vacuuming seems to be done 3 days a week). I pay rent (150 a month), pick up after myself and have done the chores that he has asked (though they don&#39;t get done the amount of times that he has asked it does indeed get done every week).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;However, despite this my father believes that sense I have not done this to a matter that is humane...&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; has taken my computer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The only thing I am able to use is my phone and laptop. I am 24 years old. This is ridiculous. He can not take my computer but he has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I do not understand if this is how parents are all the time. Is this normal behavior for adults and the such? I thought I was an adult and that as long as everything is in order than everything would be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;This does not teach me anything... It shuts me down as an adult. It teaches me I own nothing to my name. I am paying for nothing (sense it makes no different if I pay rent or not) and that I have no self worth. I feel pathetic, shot down and the such. I am moving out soon. I must find a place in the world. Even if it means if I am on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is going to be quite difficult to describe as I have never really had anyone pass on sense GG (my great grandma). No one ever really ever knows how to describe the things in life let alone death. This is a subject that doesn&#39;t appear very often for me at least. It happens all the time else where and although I have never really had to worry about directly, I still feel that sense of sadness and&amp;nbsp;dreariness&amp;nbsp;when it is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing about going to these calling hours is that he is my grandpa&#39;s brother. I never really knew the man. I believe I have met him once at my graduation. The thought of death is definitely something that the mind has such a hard time defining. What does it mean for us? I can still remember the very scene of that man, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked into the funeral home. At first I wasn&#39;t sure if I was in the right building. I felt so lost and unsure of myself. I tried texting dad but couldn&#39;t get a reply. Finally I just walked up to the door and an older man welcomed me and asked whom I was to see. Saying my last name, the man directed me to the room on the left. I signed in and stood in line. I saw my dad and his girlfriend in line. I thought about jumping line but went against it. I was wearing the most non appropriate clothing I could. A red Nintendo (c) jacket and blue jeans was not what you call calling hours attire. My grandfather caught site of me and lead me to the beginning of the line where my father and his girlfriend was.&lt;br /&gt;
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I finally got the chance to see his body. It was eerie. The last time I had seen a body at a funeral was when I was almost twelve years old. My great grandma that I mentioned before. Looking at the body of my great uncle Nick sent into a stand still. When i would look at him I swear I would see him move. But of course I knew that my mind was playing tricks. I wanted so bad for him too move but he could not. The lips were almost as if they were pressed against his face. Even though his mouth showed that he was possibly sad, I knew other wise. The rest of his face, though I couldn&#39;t identify the exact detail how I knew, had shown that he was indeed happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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There is nothing I can really say about death. It&#39;s the end. There is nothing in that body. Religion aside, it is still a scary thing. I have no idea what it will be like either way and hope to not go down in vain in any way. Many of us wonder what life becomes and we all know death is the end of it all. I never really knew the guy but I know he is happy. His smiled showed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think about death and get this dark feeling of wonder and fear. I don&#39;t know if I will be in heaven, hell or maybe neither. I have no idea if there is anything to look forward to afterwards. Maybe God is out there looking down on me crying because he knows that I am not destined to be with him and I will be sent to damnation. Or maybe he is trying to kick my ass so I can get going and get moving so that I can finally be with him. Either way, I can&#39;t live life sadly. I asked one of his sisters (one of my great aunts) if he accomplished all of his life goals. Her answer had calmed my heart and I walked out sad (due to talking to her about other things personal) but rejuvenated. I was blank but still content in a sense. My great aunt looked at me and smiled and replied to me. Though it sounded like it was fake that could be because of other factors (confusion in our household as well as family), I still held on to it. She looked at me, smiled and replied...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes. Yes he did.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t understand a whole lot about the voting process. Electoral Votes is something I don&#39;t understand in any sense of the term. Just a short blurb.&lt;br /&gt;
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First off I voted Obama...&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, I think the Electoral Vote idea needs to go away.. (I am well aware that Romney won the Popularity Vote of the People) From how my friend on Facebook explained it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;each state is broken down into a certain number of districts, with each district having an electoral college member (ECM). normally, if the majority of a district&#39;s votes go for a candidate, then that district&#39;s ECM will vote for that candidate. however, they are still people, and can change their district&#39;s vote if they feel they need to.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
Third, If this system was the system this past election I would hate America right now. Just my thought.. take that as you will.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not wish to create hate.. I just want to question if this is ok. Yes this worked for our behalf this time.. but imagine if it was vise versa... &amp;nbsp;You all would be so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for a great battle.. Everyone.. including Romney supporters gets a free ice cream cone all around! Lets Pray for the Next 4 years.. either way!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/6725197555894575918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/11/electoral-votes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/6725197555894575918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/6725197555894575918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/11/electoral-votes.html' title='Electoral Votes...'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-6461374346365418894</id><published>2012-11-06T01:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-06T01:08:54.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Stupid...</title><content type='html'>You Just Need a Different Input...&lt;br /&gt;
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As I have been feeling doubt in myself, I have noticed much the same in others. I don&#39;t like seeing people call themselves stupid or anything of the sort. I know we could get into me gaining my own self&amp;nbsp;confidence&amp;nbsp;but that can be for another day.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was sitting in my math class, a student (whom was much older than I) finally admitted to the teacher that she didn&#39;t understand a single thing up into what we were doing as of now. She immediately got red and I can tell she was stressed. The teacher told her that he was glad that she finally admitted this instead of holding it all in. She replied with, &quot;Why cause I am stupid?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My mind started to flood with an idea; a sudden concept that I could have said to make her feel better. I know the instructor said otherwise and was wise when he spoke to cheer her up, but I still got this explanation my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have this same issue. I keep thinking that I am stupid and even pathetic. I pictured a scenario of me sitting on a desk with a calculator in my hand. I would be facing her in the front corner of the set of desks.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We did a problem on the calculator that I know most people got wrong while some got it right... right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She would nod.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;That problem was 25 over 2 times the quantity .02. Now I got the same exact answer myself that was wrong. Does this process make the calculator stupid?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t picture her exact response but I would continue either way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No of course not. You take a problem that consists of a fraction with a decimal in the denominator that is multiplied by something. For example, 25 over 2 times the quantity of .02. You might get the answer of .25. That is most&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;wrong. But lets try this problem differently. Lets give it a different input. Type in 2 times .02. That gives you .04. Now take 25 divided by .04 and you will find a completely different answer... 625. *Shows Calculator with result* This does not show that the computer is merely stupid. This simply shows that the computer required a different input in order to process the information correctly.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I then allowed a small pause for thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We are all calculators. We calculate whether you realize it or not. Do not ever have anyone tell you that you are stupid. Not even yourself. You just simply need a different input in order for you to understand the information given. If you can&#39;t process information no matter the input and technique and you gave up trying and you didn&#39;t tell anyone you were having said issue; then I would then argue that one or something is stupid. You are not stupid. You just need someone else to explain it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wish that I told her right then and there. I felt kind of proud of myself to think in that manner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of the story, You Are Not Stupid! Remember that Future Me... You Are Not Stupid. You Just Need A Different Input.&lt;br /&gt;
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To The Elderly...&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone knows me well, they will know that I have scoliosis or in laymons terms, a curvature in the spine that pinches nerves&amp;nbsp; and causes pain and other symptoms to occur. This is a very painful and annoying disability. I wish I could get rid of it quicker but I am on the road to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, in this world the older generations love to pick and nip at you. Yes I understand that the young ones love to complain about things that happen in this world and although I may be one of them, I do not find it all too funny when I get a pinch in my back and some grandma has to walk up to me say, &quot;Wait till you get our age.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ma&#39;am I am not amused by your little humorous moment of how you are so much older than us. I feel like I am 80. I had to take four days off of work due to my back going out and the inability get up from laying on my back. I was literally crying as I felt my self the inability to get up and go to work. I had just come back from an adjustment and this is what I get. I was helpless. I had to crawl. I felt like that damn lady from the commercial, &quot;Help I am falling and I can&#39;t get up!&quot; It feels so damn wrong that I at the age of 23 have to feel this way. I don&#39;t get all to bad anymore but I do feel bad a lot of times. It can be hard to walk and hard to stand. Sometimes even sitting hurts. and when I say hurts I mean to the point of no return. I can only damn it all imagine what it will be like at 50. I will kill myself if I am worse. I am not just a young one crying about life. I am a young one feeling the equivalent to the broken old man in a possible wheel chair. No words can describe the pain that I went through that day. I feel you all who go through the same pain no matter the injury.&amp;nbsp; So, yeah, bitch please!&lt;br /&gt;
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Though I do have to put myself on the spot light for a bit and say I do the same damn thing to kids. I know we all do it. Something happens and the kid starts crying and we get pissed. &quot;Wait till you get to college&quot; kind of&amp;nbsp; moment. Kids no nothing of what is happening. They are new to the experience. I don&#39;t know the circumstances so I guess I just need to follow my own piece of advice and not judge. Making that comparison that in the elderly&#39;s eyes we are just babies is definitely a big sign of maturity. So I, in return will not judge kids... so damn it old people....&lt;br /&gt;
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Quit Judging Me!&lt;br /&gt;
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As of recently I have ran into complicated associations with my father. It is very much a long story but much that can be researched to some degree. Allow me to evaluate...&lt;br /&gt;
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My father is a very proud father. He wishes to show much of his accomplishments and finishing goals. This however has caused me and my father some massive fights and massive pains in the household.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father wishes to show my room to others if they were to visit. I am not the cleanest person you will ever meet but this is not the deciding factor. I do not wish to present my room. I am unsure as to why I think this. I don&#39;t have anything to hide. I just do not wish for people to see my room without me being there. For some unknown reason to me other than dads pride, he won&#39;t understand to my&amp;nbsp;decision. He gets very angry and nasty about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was thought that adulthood consisted more than just picking after oneself. I was under the impression that adulthood came with communicating with everyone; including your parents. If something is wrong then you communicate to them the issue. Sometimes compromises can be made if one finds something unfair. I do not wish to get into this sense it has been put to rest. (Though I do not feel that it is still &#39;fair&#39; but that is for a different day.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been attempting to understand my fathers decisions and find what makes him tick. For the most part I can&#39;t find that one little detail that makes him focus and perceive through ideas and concepts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the majority of my life I didn&#39;t have much&amp;nbsp;stimulus. I was more concerned about finding time to do homework and the such just to stay&amp;nbsp;afloat. Most people love to blame my mother for these actions (since&amp;nbsp;my mother did not take us out other than karate class and grocery shopping on Saturdays). Though this may be a part of the issue I do not find it the absolute problem from my past. I had a choice as a kid to do what I wanted and needed. I interacted with students on a regular basis. It makes little sense for this excuse to go through.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father has come to this absolute solution that this is not &#39;rocket science&#39; which is very true. It isn&#39;t. But the conflictions of how we do things around the house and our own understanding of how things work are very much different in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not know if the following is because of pride of himself or what, but I do know it hurts. For those whom have Aspergers then you find that this following may offend you. My father told me that I needed to &#39;put aspergers aside and move on.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can not simply turn this off. I am forever this way. I told my father so hard to explain it. I felt so tortured. I don&#39;t know if this is what it feels like to be discriminated but it happened. It hurt so much. I balled so much last night that my stomach hurt, I almost puked and I felt heavily depressed. I feel absolutely worthless. He is going off of information that was from 26 years ago. My sister has Autism and he thinks I am nothing like her. Trust me I am not like most whom are on the spectrum but damn it I am a lot more like my sister than my father takes for granted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am unsure if dad wants to take so much pride in raising me even though he has only recently came into my life. I am so unsure of the definitions of adult. I don&#39;t know what to do about it. I pray that I find true answers to this question soon. I thought people communicated, even to&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own kids. Hey you are an adult now that means we need to communicate and act as such. I don&#39;t know why he just slips this list of things to do and thats that. I didn&#39;t know that this is what compromise was. He took one thing off the list. Damn it I didn&#39;t want to get into this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry, apparently I am spoiled. Apparently I am not respecting my dad by wanting to talk. I have to scream to be heard. Isn&#39;t that sad..&lt;br /&gt;
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Fine... I am a brat.. spoiled..&amp;nbsp;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;
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Even with that aside, I still don&#39;t feel that I am a person. I have to present my room to people I don&#39;t know and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone please give me some kind of answer...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/feeds/734924421983771964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-pride-of-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/734924421983771964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999897381482960268/posts/default/734924421983771964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muzeyaspey.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-pride-of-parent.html' title='The Pride of a Parent...'/><author><name>Muzey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736365402500443830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hxNKGMpWmUuQdtVcbVQm5-UrqQeb7KF8wtoFLlm8rYGdy3-3y-NmRFoF_2KFJea0o3exxATFuGHROstphukOJvb8tGNJnLT3v7dAlkLRaJkJ2Dmkrgx8irNbHMGG4Sg/s220/IMG_0167.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999897381482960268.post-1987703352399352708</id><published>2012-08-30T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T00:41:22.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh School..</title><content type='html'>It has finally begun...&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am into my third year of school and as usual nothing has changed. Even though I am part time, I still keep seeing the stupid people who walk the halls. Granted I shouldn&#39;t call freshman stupid (sense I know a few freshman whom are friends of mine and are far from stupid and are not part of this stereotype) but I still see in pretty much all the others the immature nature that is involved and it just makes me agitated. The way they look at people is still that of a child and it is quite agitating. I hope that in other schools this isn&#39;t the case but as far as I can tell, this is still the case. I have an unfortunate (yet fortunate?) situation of having two teachers with very thick accents. It is hard to understand them both but my current math teacher is my main focus. Not only is it hard to understand him but he does these weird metaphors. It&#39;s not bad or anything its just hard to relate to the metaphors. Personally I feel he has to give it straight and we can come up with our own metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back on topic, I find the younger generation full of insignificant brats. Though it is rare to find the opposite, I see many young adults walk the halls with the typical high school &quot;swag&quot;. The body language of cocky stuck up brats. It agitates me. This is supposed to be a step up from high school not a second attempt at high school. Even with my math teacher with the heavy accent, I heard a student in the back making snooty comments in the back. Really people? If you don&#39;t like it...&lt;br /&gt;
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