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Professor steps to the podium,
tap, tap, tap
“Now class…there will always be asscrickets. We must learn to look at them in our haughtiest, snarkiest manner and laugh at their bullshit. Then promptly bless their hearts and kick their ass.
We must also be sure to laugh out laugh and in the face of all those who pose stupid ass questions and make asinine assumptions. They will expect waterworks, panic attacks from the “oh my god I’m doing this wrong”
spell bullshit and when it is not provided go back to searching whatever online drivel they acquired it from.
We are strong in the knowledge of who and what we are…imperfect beings on a major learning curve with a lot of assistance
stumbling blocks on the way. We don’t need the asscrickets help”.
Next lecture will be laterz :)
I have to admit I agree with Snake. You have said so yourself in some places: You see, but you do not understand, and did you not say in one of your earlier posts about crossing the abyss being linked to finding yourself? From what I can see you tend to only pay attention to what is happening and the end goal, not what the lessons or tasks may be trying to teach you. Like the way you squash the fear rather than dealing with the source.
See answer at threedifferentways
What should be a place to Stop and Breathe becomes another Thrilling Adventure.(see complete answer at above blog)
Wow..What an asinine view from such a privileged height anon. How is it that you are omniscient about lessons that don’t even pertain to you? The dreamer in question is in learning mode(as are we all) and what she takes from her experiences are just that…HERS! So how fucking dare you to come without even benefit of the courtesy of introducing yourself and give her the benefit of your all mighty
bullshit “wisdom”? You Do NOT get to declare what experiences are relevant, what lessons she is to be learning or even who she is supposed to become. To face one’s fear(squash as you say) is to gain power and knowledge. One does not always have the luxury of vanquishing(dealing with) the source. So back the fuck off and tend to your own issues.
Whispers fill my head..my very being. They start softly, as if traveling from a great distance. They grow louder and are in a language that seems familiar as if I had once spoken it, walked among those who speak it still. I understand every syllable, every nuance carried upon the winds. It speaks of change. Oh dear gods…change. The kind that even if one doesn’t know what is coming, you feel it in the pit of your stomach..the kind of energy that feels like you’ve been dropped 50 stories, the dizziness experienced from being tumbled in a dryer on high. What if I am not able to withstand it? what if I fail. Wait..fail? What the fuck is this change that the thought of failure could even come through the cacophony of thoughts that are spilling over one another as if they can not tell me soon enough. Today I sift through the threads that linger, tossing aside the dross and gathering that which I know to be truth. Change…it’s coming. Let’s hope I am stronger than I think I am..this could get ugly before it gets finished.
oh how cute..anonymous spam in my inbox….yeah..I follow every link given, and take as gospel every fucking thing posted on the internet as gospel…I sound snarky you say? Really? I have never been told that before in my life! I’m shocked! SHOCKED I say! In truth, let me explain something to the anonymous asshats…I don’t buy your shit, don’t care to have my head shrunk, soul saved or anything else you have to push.But thanks for playing anyway. :)
Ding Dong! Avon calling! Oh so sorry..wrong door..But while I am here, might you be interested in this red delicious apple? It only has one small bite in it, but if you turn it around nobody will see it..I can see you are a most discerning person and can appreciate such specialty items~nods~