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[spectre_stomp]

You know nothing of the places I'm coming from or the directions I'm going in. You don't know what I've seen, what I've gone through, what I've seen secondhand others going through. You don't know what experiences I've grown from or of what principles provided for the foundation of my development. You know nothing of the beauty I've witnessed,

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several birds with one preverbial stone

[semipious]

as a person who was once, and often times still is fond of explaining oneself.
I've come to find that even when you offer an explanation, no one is paying attention anyway.
they will ask you to qualify yourself, and then tune you out.

while I could challenge the concept of the truly unique quality of individual perspective with ideas about universal collective truths... I won't, because it's all white wall conversation anyway... and I've not the energy, or the desire. that would be to digress.

because I guess all of this is to say that I smirked in the best way possible after reading this... I felt slightly empowered... even if for completely different reasons then were intended...

oh and the bookshelf looks great.

Re: several birds with one preverbial stone

[spectre_stomp]

Oh I understand. I try to explain myself at every opportunity because if by chance they listen, they'll help themselves to figure me out.

It's when you're faced with unfair criticism that you need to be reminded that you don't really owe an explanation to anyone else other than yourself. There's always someone else who sees things your way, enough to not get caught up in what a few people have to say. If you feel self righteous and true with your intentions, no one else has room to question your motives.

I like to think that the only judgement that matters is the one you hold of yourself.

Thanks about the bookshelf. =]

PS, I can't listen to Regina Spektor without remembering you for introducing her to me, hahaha.

[jennythejanitor]

I love you Jessica.

[spectre_stomp]

You have changed my life Jenny.