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But that's not really what I wanted to blog about today. Tonight, I just want to relieve some stress by venting. I've come to the conclusion that I am a very paranoid person. Although my father has paranoid schizophrenia, I haven't heard voices or seen delusions.. So, I'm good on the "i'm not THAT crazy" dealy. My whole thing goes like this: On a borderline Asperger's note, I like long-term events. I like these things because they tend to form patterns--of which I'm supremely keen. For example, I know that my boyfriend is going to call me before he turns the keys in at work--but after he clocks out. I know what he'll say, I know how he'll say it. I know the exact inflections he'll use on the various words he says--and I know that any change in this--any slight change at all--will mean something is off. I will sit myself down and ponder that until I am so sick of it that I just give in and grill my boyfriend endlessly with question after question. It's sickening. I go through this process for every slightest change I have in life. Well--every personal slightest change. If it's not directly related to me, I won't fret too much, being that I am not too much of an influence over personally-external forces and change. You can imagine then, my being in a relationship can be sometimes stressful--Not because the relationship is bad. Far from it--but because I am supersensitive to my boyfriend's routine and so any change in it results in a very stressful situation for both of us. I remember a time when I wasn't like this--but this was because I knew it would be beneficial to keep all friends distanced--and wasn't interested in a relationship too much. (I was in highschool..which makes me the odd one out, huh?) I kind of knew I'd be super clingy in a relationship, being that I always ended up moving around as a child. So..all my friends are always changing. In 4th grade I just ended up separating myself and waited to move. We didn't. I graduated that school system in 2005 with no best friends. Numerous somewhat-friends. Billions of acquaintances. Anyway--the reason I write on this topic is because I was feeling super paranoid over something my boyfriend had previously done. Something he'd done last weekend. (Yep..it's been on my mind -that- long. Heh..) It wasn't particularly disturbing. In fact, anyone else would normally blow it off. But no.. I had to investigate--I had to own the power of knowing why. Well, I gave up..and resolved to myself it was nothing. (A new coping strategy I'm trying to perfect; I call it "Gradual Acceptance"--I end up creating a sense of security within the possibility of it having sound reliability as being "nothing". This is actually helping me out a lot..It's being rationalized more quickly. I like to consider it Digestion Of Stress..so..y'know..I am digesting things..trusting things..more quickly now, because of my boyfriend's patience, and my need to prove myself a trusting, loving future wife..) I got onto this topic because I was feeling super-paranoid..I typed this into google. I typed paranoia child abuse. Because I know it's a power thing, and I know that my want for power is a result of my lack of power as a child because of the physical and emotional abuse. Welp..it turns out..that Neuroticism in the form of paranoia can form for a child whose needs are severely not met--and evolves as a child grows into adulthood. this is me.. Neurotic. I wanted to type/talk this out today..So if I talk about it later..I'll be alright. Oh..Doing a low carbohydrate diet now..
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For Valentine's Day I had practicum. That is, I had to watch and interact with a class of 20 Pre-K'ers. This was okay, because I got to participate in the Valentine's Day Party. I forgot how much fun those could be. I even brought some Valentine's for the children--and got the teacher and teaching assistant a potted Tulip, each. Both red. Well, I haven't been feeling well the past three weeks--sinus infections always make me so drowsy that it's angering. Yeah..it really does make me angry. I have a hell of a lot better things I could be doing than sleeping, in the middle of the day--granted, I love sleeping in the middle of the day. Anyway, I got home at about 2:45 (Im like maybe 15-20 minutes away..and class lets out at 2:30..so.. SO, I fell asleep!! Then Randy came home and woke me up. This wouldn't've bothered me, except for the fact that I didn't feel good in any way shape or form. I did get a little ill with him, but whatever..we had a good time anyway. For Valentine's he had built up all kinds of hype around my present--making me think..well..a you-know-what. It wasn't that, however.(This is Randy typing this part. I had told her multiple times that it wasnt a..well..a you-know what.) It was a beautiful Armitron watch. It is kind of linky with a heart-shaped mother-of-pearl face. It's very beautiful. I love it very much--because it's shaped like a heart--and I feel like I'm wearing his heart.
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I wanted to blog about Randy today. We have our phases-our good phases--and our bad phases. Our bad phases are bad--mostly because I had the idea of Randy being mad at me..or upset by me..or anything like that. But our good phases..are the most heavenly times. God would be jealous if he existed and felt and saw what we feel and see and think about eachother. I can't describe it, too much. He keeps me on cloud 9.
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Baby you're all that I want. When you're lying here in my arms I'm finding it hard to believe We're in heaven. Oh, thinking about all our younger years, There was only you and me, We were young and wild and free. Now nothing can take you away from me. We’ve been down that road before, But that's over now. You keep me coming back for more. Baby you're all that I want. When you're lying here in my arms I'm finding it hard to believe We're in heaven. And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart. It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven. Now, nothing could change what you mean to me. There's a lot that I could say But just hold me now, Cause our love will light the way. Baby you're all that I want. When you're lying here in my arms I'm finding it hard to believe We're in heaven. And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart. It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven. Now our dreams are coming true. Through the good times and the bad I'll be standing there by you. (We’re in heaven.) And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart. It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven. |
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Read This: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080226/us_nm/nbc_lawsuit_dc Then tell me why someone feeling guilty for their want to rape what they think is a 13-15 year old girl/boy is grounds for a lawsuit? In my opinionated soap-box type of stand--This guy kind of had it coming. I mean, this man was how old? 56. He thought he was going to have sex with someone who was how old? 13. This is not questionable. It was fact that this 56 year old man --who is an attorney and very familiar with law--knew that he thought he was going to have sex with a 13 year old boy. If anything, they should have some AIDS infested prisoners come and piss on the guy's grave. Or better yet--let those Jesus-freaks that protest miliary-servers' funerals come and protest this guy's. I mean, damn. This is just terrible. No. Nobody should be allowed to go into a home (tresspassing, btw!) and molest anybody or anything (felony, btw!) and then because they're CAUGHT--shoot themselves--and then have their sister sue a TV show. To Patricia Conradt: You sick f*ck. What are you thinking? This man--your brother--wanted to RAPE A CHILD. And you're on his side? You should be asking your own children about whether or not your BROTHER molested them. I can't believe anybody in their right mind would sit there--and take the side of a child molestor..KNOWING THAT THE MAN WAS GOING TO MOLEST A CHILD. I mean, this isn't opinion, lady. This is FACT. As in: RAIN IS MADE OF WATER, kind of fact. As in: THE OCEAN IS SALTY, kind of fact. As in: YOUR BROTHER WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD, kind of fact. I hope you're a Christian, because of the whole sinning and going to hell thing. I mean, you're obviously supporting a sinner--which would kind of be a sin. I mean, to lie and say that he was innocent..lying's a sin, right? So..well. You put that together, yourself. |