My wife chills with people on a much more regular bases then I do. She is much more personable then my self, if you can imagine. She can make friends with anyone she is close in proximity to. She is my better half.
So I see you us the word madre, are you Spanish or is it just a hold over from the linguistic shouts you have been making to people?
Well then I’m special for getting negative feedback, I’m special damit, stop being so mean to me :-P
Sure I have friends in real life, one even married me :). But I have come to the point in my life where friends have all moved on with their lives. We don’t hang out as much as we did when we where your age, we just don’t have the time anymore and aren’t in the same area anymore.
It doesn’t happen to everyone but a lot of people. There comes a time where “hanging out” and being with friends becomes less important then hanging out with your family and your significant other. You can tell who are your real friends then, those who still try to keep in touch, and those you can talk to like you hung out just yesterday even if its been a few months since the last time you called them on the phone.
Now, the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum,
What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
A man is born, he’s a man of means.
Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.
But they got, Diff’rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.
Everybody’s got a special kind of story
Everybody finds a way to shine,
It don’t matter that you got not alot
So what,
They’ll have theirs, and you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine.
And together we’ll be fine….
Because it takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.
Yes it does.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.
Well I didn’t say my life didn’t have meaning, just that my life’s meaning does not come from a spiritual belief system. My life’s meaning comes from my family and life itself. I live for my family, and I live to live life.
you’d be too busy suffocating.
i think when you’re so out there on the extremes you can be mad, you know really fucking mad, but it’ll pass, and you can be happy. like really, really, really happy.
you get to enjoy the good and torment in the bad, but at least you aren’t a slave to…nothingness.
sure you’ve got some problems with the whole control issue, but personally, i’d rather lose myself to my moods then lose myself to repression.
But why can’t life have meaning for a heatless bastard? It may not be the same as for the emotional wreck but it can still exist.
On the other hand if you are a wreck can your life really have meaning? Or are you then prisoner to the way you feel, with no independent choice at all?
expression.
i’ve seen too many distant locked up people.
it’s horror.
but if you can feel, really feel, and live on that passion, then life has some meaning.
I would rather be a heartless bastard then an emotional wreak. At least the former means I have control over my faculties even if I am emotionally distant. The later seams unpleasant to me personally.
So why would you rather be an emotional wreak rather then a heartless bastard?
Now now, I said nothing about you being an emotional wreck. I said you are attributing emotions where non exist. This has nothing to do with your own emotional level. But here you are making an example of what I am talking about. I did not say you where an emotional wreak, yet you seem to think I did and are offended by a comment that was not even made.