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Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B
Emaline:
Says the squid. Ha
Guys it is cold and I am bored. I am painting, and still freezing my ass off, and being bored. I want somebody to talk to. I am considering posting my god damn phone number online just so I can have somebody to talk to.
mishy:
hrrm, maybe not a metal band, but i do like to sing and it could be cathartic. and i could, you know, end up famous n shit. hahahahaha. haha. ha.
anyone in the Greater Vancouver area need a singer? i can read music and sing in key (or maybe scream in key?) but i suck at instruments.
alternatively, anyone in the Greater Vancouver area need a punch in the face? no, don't answer that one...
update: spontaneous crying episode swiftly followed by me making fun of myself resulted in return to neutral-low. humour is my coping mechanism, but really it's just avoidance and doesn't fix anything.
2 hours until i can go home and stone myself into peacefulness. (and by "stone" i am not referring to rocks of any sort. we're WoW junkies. we call it Peacebloom. we say we're "buffing up" irl. holy crap, i'm a geek.)
Emaline: i would phone chat with you but alas, i am at work. then again, i'm probably not great company right now anyway...
Josefbugman:
Why is everyone so upset lately? I feel really bad as I can't help... but well... *hugs for everyone feeling unwell*
and also, I wouldn't put the telephone on the interweb, people like me live there.
Emaline:
Probably better compant than a dog, and a grumpy old roommate who I always think is pissed for some reason.
At this point, I am giving emotions to barely there character's in stories, and completing their story. Case in point, the narrator of this story is cheating on his wife, and had cheated on his wife, since the story is in past tense, and in my head, she called to his work one night, and found out he was not there, and she knew all along, and how could he be such a douchebag??? How could he do this to her and their girls? What a terrible thing to do. Except the wife is pretty nonexistent in this story, and her name is never mentioned, and why do I feel sorry for fictional characters?
This is what I am doing to combat loneliness.
And paint stories on paper for people's gifts.
My roommate says that if I lived at the bottom of the ocean I'd go crazy, because humans need social contact, so I told him I'd just talk to things, and it'd be fine. He told me that that is called schizophrenia. At which point I told him that talking to things does not make you crazy, expecting them to talk back does, kinda. I can greet the sun every morning if I want, and it does not make me crazy.
mishy:
i think the phone thing wasn't serious (maybe?), just there to make a point about reaching out.
i think i'll stop posting (after this) unless i have something really awesome to say. i think i have an unintentional tendency to kill threads, though that's the last thing i want.
maybe i'm just awkward.
*shrug*
ps: Emaline, crazy is the new normal. hell, it's even the old normal by now. but ya, people need people, that's why cities are so crowded. when's the last time you got a good hug?
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