I give up! I truly do... It seems able-bodied people will never fully understand the daily struggle and isolation that disabled people go through on a daily basis. Sorry, don't mean to come off as woe-is-me here. But I'm fed-up being told: "It must be difficult for you" or saying "I'm brave" by my family. Only to have them talk sh!t about me and say stuff they don't have the lady-b*llocks to say to my face. :thumbdown:
I'm in a city jam-packed with tourists right now and I swear every single one of them are either taking selfies, taking top-model poses while someone else takes a picture of them, taking a picture of their friend who pretends to be a top model, or even vlogging about themselves visiting the city. At least they sometimes take a break to have a beer on a terrasse to talk (probably about themselves) or check their phone (probably blogging or sending their pictures on social media). I hope we can snap out of this narcissistic state of mind in a near future.
Only gettin worse by the second yep.
I guess that means no "Selfie Stick" for PL this Christmas? Haha
Well, I just came home to find someone parked in my spot.
I left a note on their car informing them that the spaces are assigned, as if the number painted on the cement didn't clue them in. I think it's two young girls, so I'm giving them a little slack, but next time I'm calling a wrecker service and having them towed, they've been parking wherever they want for a week now and I knew this was going to happen. They've had friends parking all over the place, too, when the visitor parking section is empty and literally only ten feet away.
But HOPEFULLY it won't come to towing.
Stinkin' social phobia, I wanna just go next door and say "Hey, what's up, I'm your neighbor and someone is parked in my spot, could they move their car?"
What did I do wrong to deserve the disgraceful the way my family treat me? Aside from being born the "inferior" gender. Or do radical feminists hate men too such a degree that they even hate the men within their own family? :question:
Just asking due to spending nearly 30 years living with one of these hateful creatures, who just so happens to the women who brought me into this world.
I wonder if life is harder when you're on your own? (ie single) :question: :thinking:
I mean, i hear people singing about love/etc, so there surely must be SOMETHING major that coupledom is offering :question: (i just can't work it out, having never been half of a couple)
I wonder if life is harder when you're on your own? (ie single) :question: :thinking:
I mean, i hear people singing about love/etc, so there surely must be SOMETHING major that coupledom is offering :question: (i just can't work it out, having never been half of a couple)
Aside from not being alone as much, the occasional shag, and not getting guff from her friends about why you're still single, I personally don't what being in a relationship has to offer, really? Apologies if I'm being too cynical in my view, there. I don't mean to come off as a misogynistic arse, it's just I've seen women at their worst, to phrase it nicely, growing up. And that sh!t leaves a last impression. :sad:
Eating alone at the boss's desk at the back of the restaurant when we're closed... the only one in a quiet restaurant with only the ice machine humming it's monotone tune in the background, an open sign next door and street lamps the only signs that there is life outside of the pitch black windows. The solitude is comforting after socializing with customers all shift long.
You just stood there screaming
Fearing no one was listening to you
They say the empty can rattles the most
The sound of your voice must soothe you
Hearing only what you want to hear
And knowing only what you've heard
You you're smothered in tragedy
And you're up to save the world
Misery, you insist that the weight of the world
Should be on your shoulders
Misery there's much more to life than what you see
My friend of misery
You still stood there screaming
No one caring about these words you tell
My friend before your voice is gone
One man's fun is another's hell
These times are sent to try men's souls
But something's wrong with all you see
You, you'll take it on all yourself
Remember, misery loves company
So it's been ~2 weeks since I received my textbook from Amazon. It's called The Essentials of Strength Training and Conditioning and I've got 17 chapters left to read before I skim over the whole book again and analyze it more intensely.
Dear future me: If you're reading this again in 2018, you had better have finished the book.
I have so few friends, I want to be accountable to someone other than myself so that's why I post here.
Don't know whether I should feel vidicated or depressed about the fact that my opinion of my middle sister, as far as what I think of her, was right all along? :idontknow: :sad:
And the sad part is, while my eldest sister and our Mum got a good laugh outta me raging and going off on these profanity-laden rants of pure f*ckin' frustration, I wasn't exaggerating in what I was saying, as far as how my middle sister acts. They're not laughing now... :kickingmyself:
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