I don't want kids at the Deep because I finally found something fun to do where I'm surrounded by people of my own age and mentality in a setting that does not involve alcohol, drugs or sex or any combination of the three, and dumping kids into the middle of it detracts from that. It's like saying that anything that doesn't involve booze, sex or ( Read more... )

I don't like having kids out at the Deep. I don't want them there; I want them back at their houses or at daycamp or off being babysat with someone. Don't bring them here. Most other people who have kids do the thing properly and get baby sitters. Stop bringing them out. I don't want them around ( Read more... )

Here is my attempt to lighten the mood that seems to pervade this journal. I am mostly well-adjusted and fairly mentally stable on the whole. When I'm not, I spill my guts here. So, let's do things simple - like what am I thankful for ( Read more... )

I hate asking for help. I refuse to sink to the level of requiring the assistance of another person. I don't like telling people that I have this condition, because suddenly they're all like, 'Oh, how can we help? How can we single you out and put you on the spot by bending over backwards to accommodate your special needs, precious snowflake? What' ( Read more... )

What I just said on Reddit:

Seems to me that love isn't this one distinct feeling - it's a whole bunch of other ones mixed up together. That's why there's so much uncertainty. You're looking for one feeling, when it's actually a whole bunch. It's the need to protect, the want for that person to flourish, the need to spend time with them, how you ( Read more... )

Conversation inside my brain this morning:

"But I don't deserve it!"

"No, you don't. But they're going to give it to you anyway because that's what love is."

My teacher is being a pain. Look, dude, you know I'm just learning how to do this stuff - do you really expect me not to make stupid mistakes right from the beginning? "Vcc and ground are the first things you're supposed to check! ALWAYS check those first!" Sure I will, now that I know that ( Read more... )

I think there's something wrong with me. I'm broken in a way I can't explain. When I get nervous, I shake all over. When I get flustered or panicky, I tear up. That pisses me off. I'm so sick of crying over every stupid thing. I can pretend to have emotions, I can act like I do, I can react normally, but I don't ee hem. Or maybe I do. I don't know ( Read more... )

I don't know how much research has been done on this subject, but I'm sure there is plenty. I've read a bit of 'pseudo-psychology' on the subject, so I'm pretty sure that doesn't count, but it does make me wonder how much genuine research their is. I don't know where it falls between biology, sociology, psychology, but if there was a Venn diagram, ( Read more... )

I've always been taught that I should put others ahead of myself. Fine, that's great; it's a good way to live. But it's mutated into thinking that it's my job to make others satisfied all the time. That 'putting others ahead of myself' means that I should strive to make the lives of others around me better, no matter what. If one person wants ( Read more... )