I get what these guys are saying, and I think they're probably right. There's a lyric that says, "What kind of friend would stoop so low as to shield your eyes from the mirror's gaze?"
But Michael, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I tell you not to take this thread as a "shape up and stop whining" message. Even if you took all these things said to you to heart, you would still have down days, down periods, and times in which you just feel like poo-poo. You'll need somewhere to go without people griping at you. I love that this board is a place to unload it all. It always has been and always be. So don't take our pontificating too seriously, and we'll continue to take your problems seriously. Deal?
But Michael, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I tell you not to take this thread as a "shape up and stop whining" message. Even if you took all these things said to you to heart, you would still have down days, down periods, and times in which you just feel like poo-poo. You'll need somewhere to go without people griping at you. I love that this board is a place to unload it all. It always has been and always be. So don't take our pontificating too seriously, and we'll continue to take your problems seriously. Deal?
~ Member: Tex Murphy's Mutant League, Crazy 888's Chapter~
*Revitalizing Old San Francisco's Chandler Avenue District With Style*
(also known as Steve Douglas, but usually by people less awesome than UTMers)
*Revitalizing Old San Francisco's Chandler Avenue District With Style*
(also known as Steve Douglas, but usually by people less awesome than UTMers)
Seriously. 
Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself aloud if you're morally and spiritually content with your life as it is. If you answer 'no', find out what you're not happy about, and change it until you are. All you need is willpower. And while that might seem non-existant, it never is.
It helps. Trust me.
-Fred
It helps. Trust me.
-Fred
Pirates, vampires, zombies, ninjas, ghouls, aliens, goblins, monsters, robots, sorcerers, undead, werewolves, demons, mutated dinosaur-cyborgs and those pesky phone salesmen! The shotgun is a one-size-fits-all solution!
You know, reading everything from Jen, Cyberpunk, Freep, Jerry, Jim ... Two things enter my head. One, and foremost before everything, is wow. Normally I rant, everyone goes whatever, and that's the end of it. When I come here and do it, I get my own focus group, and really good advice. And for that, I am very, very thankful. Hence the first post in the thread. I love you guys.
And it's rare that I do this rant posting, because I'm happy. I guess. Just depressed. Not depressed about school. Not depressed about my station really. More or less, I'm depressed that while in the lower echelon of society that I live in, you see the true nature of a lot of people that live in this world. And no matter how hard you work. No matter what you do to try to change that, it's always going to be that way. I insert myself (Well actually I grew up in) into the seedy underbelly of Dayton, and Columbus, and while I'm there I try to spread a message of peace and love, all at the same time "looking cool", as to not alienate the same people I'm trying to reach. But it never works. You're never going to change someone who has been doing drugs their whole life, lived in poverty their whole life, and is generally a jerk to everyone. (Chad.) But you do feel for them. And society in general feels we should just lock em up because they're on drugs, but the reality is they are real people too. But their problem solving capability is skewed because of the way they were brought up, and what they lived in. And a jail cell is not rehabilitation. It's criminal school.
What depresses me is that people, in general, are evil. They're selfish, and when faced with helping their fellow man, it's more about themselves than helping others.
Some people were born into a family who taught them right and wrong. Some weren't. Sure when you get robbed, or mugged by that guy, you hate his guts. But I say you shouldn't. You should feel sorry for him, because the reason he or she chose that path was based on survival more often than not.
Ugh. I'm not good at explaining things right now. Bad day at work. I spilled a whole 32 oz coke on this guy by mistake. He was all cool and told me "I needed a bath anyway, I just got off work", but I felt like, real horrible.
And reading back over this, I realized that I have no point. I just ... kinda blogged just now. Stuff that has been making me think lately.
And just for the record. About dealing ... yeah ... um, well, when I was growing up if you wanted that new pair of Jordan's when you went in to school that August, you did what you had to do, because your family wasn't gonna be able to afford it. Back then, it was just second nature. And I didn't care what I sold, or did.
Although I'm not going to confirm that's what I do, and as a matter of fact, I'll state just for the record that I *don't* sell drugs.
But I will say this. When it comes to marijuana I have strong opinions about the subject of its use, legalization, and opinions that I don't want to share here for fear of being torn apart, chewed up, and spit out.
And I would hope my opinion in that matter, while not matching some others here, would still be viewed as my opinion, and respected as such, and not make any of us less friendly.
I don't know what else to type. I really do feel like I just blogged.
Well if you can make any sense of this good luck!
Peace and cookies y'all.
And it's rare that I do this rant posting, because I'm happy. I guess. Just depressed. Not depressed about school. Not depressed about my station really. More or less, I'm depressed that while in the lower echelon of society that I live in, you see the true nature of a lot of people that live in this world. And no matter how hard you work. No matter what you do to try to change that, it's always going to be that way. I insert myself (Well actually I grew up in) into the seedy underbelly of Dayton, and Columbus, and while I'm there I try to spread a message of peace and love, all at the same time "looking cool", as to not alienate the same people I'm trying to reach. But it never works. You're never going to change someone who has been doing drugs their whole life, lived in poverty their whole life, and is generally a jerk to everyone. (Chad.) But you do feel for them. And society in general feels we should just lock em up because they're on drugs, but the reality is they are real people too. But their problem solving capability is skewed because of the way they were brought up, and what they lived in. And a jail cell is not rehabilitation. It's criminal school.
What depresses me is that people, in general, are evil. They're selfish, and when faced with helping their fellow man, it's more about themselves than helping others.
Some people were born into a family who taught them right and wrong. Some weren't. Sure when you get robbed, or mugged by that guy, you hate his guts. But I say you shouldn't. You should feel sorry for him, because the reason he or she chose that path was based on survival more often than not.
Ugh. I'm not good at explaining things right now. Bad day at work. I spilled a whole 32 oz coke on this guy by mistake. He was all cool and told me "I needed a bath anyway, I just got off work", but I felt like, real horrible.
And reading back over this, I realized that I have no point. I just ... kinda blogged just now. Stuff that has been making me think lately.
And just for the record. About dealing ... yeah ... um, well, when I was growing up if you wanted that new pair of Jordan's when you went in to school that August, you did what you had to do, because your family wasn't gonna be able to afford it. Back then, it was just second nature. And I didn't care what I sold, or did.
Although I'm not going to confirm that's what I do, and as a matter of fact, I'll state just for the record that I *don't* sell drugs.
But I will say this. When it comes to marijuana I have strong opinions about the subject of its use, legalization, and opinions that I don't want to share here for fear of being torn apart, chewed up, and spit out.
And I would hope my opinion in that matter, while not matching some others here, would still be viewed as my opinion, and respected as such, and not make any of us less friendly.
I don't know what else to type. I really do feel like I just blogged.
Well if you can make any sense of this good luck!
Peace and cookies y'all.
I'm not fat ... I'm festively plump.
I don't have many rules that I live by. But one of them is that as long as you do not hurt your fellow living beings on this planets, either physically or mentally, you can do whatever you want.
Another is common sense. As I believe I told JTOG many years ago, I consider Common Sense to be the closest thing I have to religion
I'm sure he remembers me saying that. If he doesn't, well... it's Geritol-time.
My point is, you are free to do more than what you are told.
-Fred
Another is common sense. As I believe I told JTOG many years ago, I consider Common Sense to be the closest thing I have to religion
I'm sure he remembers me saying that. If he doesn't, well... it's Geritol-time.My point is, you are free to do more than what you are told.
-Fred
Pirates, vampires, zombies, ninjas, ghouls, aliens, goblins, monsters, robots, sorcerers, undead, werewolves, demons, mutated dinosaur-cyborgs and those pesky phone salesmen! The shotgun is a one-size-fits-all solution!