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| zGoogleman |
Spend enough time in a life of solitary confinement like I have, and you almost start to develop this strange sense of pride in not needing people. Almost like being a martyr or something. It's hard to explain, especially since the lonliness is still there.
Every day I try and tell myself:
"Nobody's intrigued by your distance and isolation. Nobody cares. In fact, they just think you're a loser". |
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| Reza |
| dont do it zGoogleman |
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| Desiderata |
Totally understand the deep isolation factor followed by the feeling of not needing people but also having an underlying desire to be apart of something that deal with people. Sometimes that feeling of not needing people is deeply rooted as a defense mechanism that then leads to profound realizations of feeling numb about people.
So, I'm going out on a limb here just to be slapped in the face I'm sure. But what's your issue? And has you issue now become a function? |
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| plastikE |
| quote: | Originally posted by Desiderata
Totally understand the deep isolation factor followed by the feeling of not needing people but also having an underlying desire to be apart of something that deal with people. Sometimes that feeling of not needing people is deeply rooted as a defense mechanism that then leads to profound realizations of feeling numb about people.
So, I'm going out on a limb here just to be slapped in the face I'm sure. But what's your issue? And has you issue now become a function? |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODGA7ssL-6g |
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| zGoogleman |
| quote: | Originally posted by Desiderata
Totally understand the deep isolation factor followed by the feeling of not needing people but also having an underlying desire to be apart of something that deal with people. Sometimes that feeling of not needing people is deeply rooted as a defense mechanism that then leads to profound realizations of feeling numb about people.
So, I'm going out on a limb here just to be slapped in the face I'm sure. But what's your issue? And has you issue now become a function? |
I don't have an issue.
At first I felt I was suppose to have friends and a girlfriend and then with her death. I began to realize that none of that ever mattered. Her death was my realization that solitude was the only way to live. I remember seeing her body laying on the floor. Her head was barely hanging onto the rest of her body. She was making eye contact with me even though she had been dead for hours. Those eyes were telling me something. I chose to ignore it at first until it came to me.
She was murdered and no one else could see it but me. My friends gave up on me. And my connection with my family is non-existent. |
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| Desiderata |
| quote: | Originally posted by zGoogleman
I don't have an issue.
At first I felt I was suppose to have friends and a girlfriend and then with her death. I began to realize that none of that ever mattered. Her death was my realization that solitude was the only way to live. I remember seeing her body laying on the floor. Her head was barely hanging onto the rest of her body. She was making eye contact with me even though she had been dead for hours. Those eyes were telling me something. I chose to ignore it at first until it came to me.
She was murdered and no one else could see it but me. My friends gave up on me. And my connection with my family is non-existent. |
What can I possible say to this Alt.? Seriously, even if you are not an Alt. and are a depressed struggling writer using your imagination to fuel some sort of met desire, this is the wrong way to go about it.
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/an-_u...mathias_part_2/ |
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| 6meets9 |
| quote: | Originally posted by zGoogleman
I don't have an issue.
At first I felt I was suppose to have friends and a girlfriend and then with her death. I began to realize that none of that ever mattered. Her death was my realization that solitude was the only way to live. I remember seeing her body laying on the floor. Her head was barely hanging onto the rest of her body. She was making eye contact with me even though she had been dead for hours. Those eyes were telling me something. I chose to ignore it at first until it came to me.
She was murdered and no one else could see it but me. My friends gave up on me. And my connection with my family is non-existent. |
Wow, I am really sorry for your loss. Stay strong. It does get better :)
PS: This better not be an April fool's joke or something because if it is, you have really bad taste like many who post here. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| It's really sad when people set out to troll and fail at it so very miserably. Some trolls are funny, and serve a very utilitarian purpose. Other trolls aren't funny to most people, but are still great at stirring up , at the very least to their own self-amusement. An unfunny troll who can't even get a rise out of people is a ing waste of everyone's time, and proof that their own is of absolutely no value to themselves, foremost. |
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| Blake |
| Ah, another april fool's thread. |
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