Post by DartxNi on Dec 7, 2006 2:45:26 GMT -5
Its hard not to think about it all the time you know, hard not to define myself by the one way I am different from everyone I know.
Well, I bet that’s normal.
But its hard to concentrate sometimes on the things at hand. Sometimes I wake up thinking about it, continuing the train of thought I fell asleep with. Sometimes people ask me things, but I am so concentrated on my thing, my problem, that I assume they are asking about my problem too. When that happens, sometimes I lash out:
“Well I have a right to exist too, you know!”
Until I realize he didn't mean my defect at all: “Hey, wait a minute! Cool it dude, I was just wondering what music you were listening to on your I-pod. It sounded cool!”
He was just… Oh.
Yeah, that was kind of dumb.
I forget to do things sometimes, finish things. Like I was taking out the trash one day when I suddenly got an idea about, you know the universe and life and why the universe made me the way I am and you the way you are. It was intense. It was deep. I had to go write it down on Word.
Oh? I forgot to save it. Besides, somebody had said it before, better.
God, I’m obsessed.
My girlfriend once told me, “You know, I never even think about the fact that your…”
“Then why’d you have to bring that up, if you never think about it?” I grunted angrily from where I was browsing the Internet on her computer, checking all the usual places to see if they had a cure yet.
“I was just saying, I’m totally fine with it. I just wish you’d stop agonizing over it for a minute. I have issues too you know.”
“Casey, there is no way your issues can compare to my issues. Its not like yours affect every moment of your day.”
“I don't let them. Thats the difference between you and me.”
Yeah, so she broke up with me. I guess I shouldn’t call her my girlfriend anymore, right? Anyway, its just one in a long line of sucky thing that happened to me because I am the way I am.
Can you see how it’s ruining my life?
What? What’s wrong with me? Can’t you tell?
I’m
Well, I bet that’s normal.
But its hard to concentrate sometimes on the things at hand. Sometimes I wake up thinking about it, continuing the train of thought I fell asleep with. Sometimes people ask me things, but I am so concentrated on my thing, my problem, that I assume they are asking about my problem too. When that happens, sometimes I lash out:
“Well I have a right to exist too, you know!”
Until I realize he didn't mean my defect at all: “Hey, wait a minute! Cool it dude, I was just wondering what music you were listening to on your I-pod. It sounded cool!”
He was just… Oh.
Yeah, that was kind of dumb.
I forget to do things sometimes, finish things. Like I was taking out the trash one day when I suddenly got an idea about, you know the universe and life and why the universe made me the way I am and you the way you are. It was intense. It was deep. I had to go write it down on Word.
Oh? I forgot to save it. Besides, somebody had said it before, better.
God, I’m obsessed.
My girlfriend once told me, “You know, I never even think about the fact that your…”
“Then why’d you have to bring that up, if you never think about it?” I grunted angrily from where I was browsing the Internet on her computer, checking all the usual places to see if they had a cure yet.
“I was just saying, I’m totally fine with it. I just wish you’d stop agonizing over it for a minute. I have issues too you know.”
“Casey, there is no way your issues can compare to my issues. Its not like yours affect every moment of your day.”
“I don't let them. Thats the difference between you and me.”
Yeah, so she broke up with me. I guess I shouldn’t call her my girlfriend anymore, right? Anyway, its just one in a long line of sucky thing that happened to me because I am the way I am.
Can you see how it’s ruining my life?
What? What’s wrong with me? Can’t you tell?
I’m
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
