what's goin' on....

[wolven7]

That's the Question, isn't it? What the hell IS going on? people i know are rushed, and sad, and tired,a nd angry, and shit, all of the damn tyme. Look at me. i can't interact with people for more than 20 minutes a ta tyme, without becoming massively angry at them. What the hell is this? What is wrong here people? i can't connect with any of you, and we don't have enough tyme to ourselves, to connect with ourselves. it's very very fucked.

i don't like the way this is making me feel. i've been verging on getting rid of all of the people in my life, all evening. They're all pissing me off, in varying, yet the same, ways. i want this to stop. Take a deep long look at yourselves, please. Look at each other. What the hell is this? it's not "The Holiday Season." It's not school, it's not work, it's not the "war." It is all of these damned things. piled one on top of the other. For days and days on end. cicling the universe multiple tymes, gaining mass, before they come to rest on our shoulders. i don't like it. i want it to stop.

i'm tried of this shit. i'm angry, every day, now. And it keeps getting worse. It's not random anger. It's very directed. We're not making the effort to understand and accept and accomodate what we need from each other, here. So we're edgy, until we get that ray of sushine that we can cling to. Well, yes, the sunshine is nice, but there's still this big dark cloud that isn't going to go away, simply by ignoring it. Talk to me, people. All i'm getting, on this front, is Reaction.

And i already ranted about that....

Comments

Why the hell do I not have my own Live Jornal?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi, My name's Luke/Ky/WTF ever. I don't know howmany of you know me but i'm the poor son of a bitch that has to live with Wolven and watch/listen/feel him as he posts them on in his jornal. This affords me some interesting insite into where all this comes from but, enough of me puffing myself up. I'm here to talk about static. Yes people static. Televisions can scan through thousands of individual frequencies of electromagnetic waves looking for your favorite shows. You know what's on most of those decimal points? Yeah you guessed it, static good girl or boy have a cookie ::hands over a cookie:: People are much the same way. When ever a person speaks, looks, listens, acts, they send out signals that are interpreted by others into our TV like brains, some people we like more than others like our fav shows and then some signals we hate and can forget like the girl you asked out in 7th grade running for 2 blocks running over and over in your head like all the episodes of the silverhawks that i just can't forget. To be continued...

Why the hell do I not have my own Live Jornal? Cont.

[(Anonymous)]

But i digress, and allot of times like all those empty channels of static on TV the people in our lives become walls of incomprehinsable static. Through lack of communication, vauge e-mails, IM's or short phonecalls that transfer nothing but warm plesantries between those who no less than a week ago were chatting like the freinds for years that they were/are still but how do you know that? Sometimes people break like TV's. to muchimput, they need time off to fixthemselves or something. It's hard leaving everyone you know for months and tring to comeback. they don;t trust you for things you did before this collosal change in your life and they worry over things that the old you would/might have done in the time between now and when they last saw you. the point for anyone who made it this far is open up. think about who you want in your life and make the effort to think about them and communicate, think, ask questions, if they linger around nervious and unsure ask them what's up and try to make them smile or whatever to put them in the equivilant mood you want them to be in.::sigh:: Iv'e used up more space than i should have so i'm going to stop. But think about what I said. I live with this guy but I'm not that insane. If you want to make any not public comments at me. Kyreshaclives@aol.com

Poor dear living with Damien...

[paosparti.livejournal.com]

Well, this is directed at the both of you. I love you Damien. Your my friend of something like 5 years maybe more. But we've always been those friends who see each other randomly, speak on the internet but I know you've always been there, a helping hand (or shoulder) when I need it.
And this is for the guy having to live with you... I know what you mean and I thing all been the ignoree and the ignored. sometimes we need to. Sometimes you have to say "stop, I can't do this anymore" even to your nearest and dearest. So just a word to anyone listing, try to remember when you feel like no ones listing that the other person my just need time to breathe before tackling the problem again. Or You may just need to ask, I can't read minds and frankly I'm glad for that.