Thoughts are something that are very important. They reflect who you are and where your concerns lay. They really are, sometimes, hard to share. Sometimes it's the fact that you can't put them in to understandable words. But alot of times it will allow someone deeper, let them know the true you. Once in awhile a person comes along who , somehow slips quickly an easily through your defenses. I have one of those friends who scares me, frustrates me, and whom I absolutly admire. But those people are rare.
Today I had a friend look at me, slightly frustrated and ask me why I wouldn't truly give him my thoughts. I was reminded how no one could know me until I spilled my thoughts. Then from there I had other friends that attempted to get into my thoughts and I had to let them, no matter how hard I wanted to fight them.
This is how we grow. I will never say it's easy but it will bring us to the parts that we find painful and help us deal with them. But then again we need to be careful who we let in. I believe that is the hardest part. Not everyone is rotten but not everyone is honest and it's not always easy to figure out who is who. That brings us back to our true friends. We do no have to do all this alone. We do have to do the discerning and growing without a support system. It's possible to do it with out one but it's alot harder and not as much fun. They will make you laugh at your mistakes and you will do the same in return.
Not sure if I completly like this post but its something that is something we have to deal with.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Pappass: I'm not retarded anymore.
Tom Warshaw: Oh really?
Pappass: Really.
Tom Warshaw: When did that happen?
Pappass: 1984. Sometime in the spring. I went from retard to mentally handicapped. And then in 1987-88, I went from handicapped to challenged. I changed again. I'm probably changing right now. Who knows what I'll be next?
This is a quote from the movie The House of D. I have been told I have a Borderline Personality Disorder, then am a Chronic Depressive, then a Functional Depressive, and lastly possibly have Bipolar Disorder with depressive tendencies. Like Pappass I have "changed". But just like him no matter how my labels change I am still the same. Just a girl with a million thoughts racing through her head at any time that can make her happy, scared, or depressed. But I do have a tendency to be deeply depressed to the point I am consumed with it. However, it is what it is. Why do we have to be obbsessed with putting a label on it? Is it our desire to put something in it's proper place? Maybe it's our desire to understand something? Or maybe it can tell us to what is safe and what isn't? But is that healthy? Maybe it helps figure to who we are, which seems to drive us to many things.
Well, hello there, you're still reading! Let me tell you the purpose of this real quick while I have your attention. I have decided to put out my random thoughts and experinces for the world to read and comment on. I hope to grow through this ( by seeing my thoughts infront of me) and maybe share a nugget of wisdom with you, or if nothing else make you laugh. I cannot promise it will always make sense or fluid, however, I will promise to be honest and will not hold back from you. Thank you for reading my first post and hope you will come back and see me again.
Tom Warshaw: Oh really?
Pappass: Really.
Tom Warshaw: When did that happen?
Pappass: 1984. Sometime in the spring. I went from retard to mentally handicapped. And then in 1987-88, I went from handicapped to challenged. I changed again. I'm probably changing right now. Who knows what I'll be next?
This is a quote from the movie The House of D. I have been told I have a Borderline Personality Disorder, then am a Chronic Depressive, then a Functional Depressive, and lastly possibly have Bipolar Disorder with depressive tendencies. Like Pappass I have "changed". But just like him no matter how my labels change I am still the same. Just a girl with a million thoughts racing through her head at any time that can make her happy, scared, or depressed. But I do have a tendency to be deeply depressed to the point I am consumed with it. However, it is what it is. Why do we have to be obbsessed with putting a label on it? Is it our desire to put something in it's proper place? Maybe it's our desire to understand something? Or maybe it can tell us to what is safe and what isn't? But is that healthy? Maybe it helps figure to who we are, which seems to drive us to many things.
Well, hello there, you're still reading! Let me tell you the purpose of this real quick while I have your attention. I have decided to put out my random thoughts and experinces for the world to read and comment on. I hope to grow through this ( by seeing my thoughts infront of me) and maybe share a nugget of wisdom with you, or if nothing else make you laugh. I cannot promise it will always make sense or fluid, however, I will promise to be honest and will not hold back from you. Thank you for reading my first post and hope you will come back and see me again.
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