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Okay, ranty-time, kiddos. Please feel free to skip this if you're not a fan of ramblig incoherencies spiced with anger. There's a good bit at the end where I'm going to tell some jokes and juggle.
I understand that quite a few of the Gaia users are either entering, or stuck right in the middle of that teen agnst phase. I understand this, I'm fully sympathetic. Where I'm not sympathetic or understanding in the least is when they drag this s**t, kicking and screaming onto Gaia, and make it everyone elses problem. We've all made friends here. We've all made these close relationships based purely on interest evolve into something more substantial over time. I do it in C&T, I've done it with my fellow moderators. It's all good. It's all fun. I can state with no issues that I've made friends on here who would come to my funeral. Coming from a life and a social circle like mine, that's really saying something. In highschool, and quite a few people may be surprised to hear this, I wasn't part of the "geek" crowd. Yeah, I was a part of the "loners" and "freaks" and the "crazies". I was also reletively popular, through no effort of my own. Hell, it surprised the hell out me, that's for sure. Apparently, I was also part of the crowd you didn't ******** with. Don't ask me how we, or I, got this reputation. We just did. Me and my friends were the kids you didn't ******** with at school. Literally, the kids our parents didn't want you hanging out with. We dabbled in all the counter-cultures we could sample. The drinking, the drugs, the sex, the smoking, the fighting, the weapons, the felonies. We did it all. Not saying we were some trenchcoat-mafia, (although several of us, myself included, wore trenches. Still do.) some hellbent group of angsty bullshitters who would no doubt end up in prison. Most of us were too smart for that. Most of us. A few notable exceptions, but that's how people are. Inherently self-destructive. So, our little group of miscreants and delinqeunts (sp?) terrorized boulder on our days off. Hell, on our days on. Now we've grown up, moved out, gone to college. Gotten tattoos. wink We're the same with more responsibility, and better transportation. Maybe a little smarter for our times, but that's how things go. Dark young men and women, with pasts you don't want to hear. Some of the things I and my friends have experienced, lived through.. It's the stuff of nightmares. I should know. Anyways, this tangent wasn't some self serving little episodic taste of my life, it was to emphasize something. We were the poster children for teen agst, and teen bullshit. I definetaly was. Still technically am. Here's the point. I don't drag this s**t around with me like marleys' chains. I don't drop it upon my friends and peers to carry my burden. I don't drag this life onto Gaia and beat everyone else around the head with it. Because not everyone needs to know what 've seen, done, and had done to me. No one needs to carry my burden, and I don't want them to. Why then, does everyone else feel so godamned inclined to force every little aspect of unpleasantness of their lives on everyone else? If something bugging you, I can see making a post about it. venting to some friends. Letting some go. Sometimes, it's best to talk about it. Sometimes, however, it's best to just KEEP THIS s**t TO YOURSELVES. Don't drag every personal issue onto Gaia. Be it on forum or in off-forum chatrooms. Let your life and your issues remain yours. Yes, everyone needs some help from time to time. Everyone needs support. But for 90% of the s**t I've seen go down as "OMFG! THIS IS SO HUGE!!!11" is really just petty teen bullshit. Learn to seperate the important from that which truly does not matter. The truth from the lies we tell ourselves to keep ourselves happy. The life affecting from the mood affecting. Yes, people are stupid, harsh, inconsiderate and hurtful. Somtimes, things are going to sting. Sometimes, you just have to deal with it and move on. Stop creating little cyclones of angst, stop putting us in the path of your own self-destruction. Stop using your friends for shelter from the rain. Or we won't be there to help you pick up the pieces and rebuild when the real storm hits, when real friends are most needed.
*tells jokes
*juggles*
And for all those that skipped to the "good bits", well.. In classic twist fashion. ******** off. This journal isn't for you.
 Twistex · Wed Feb 09, 2005 @ 04:51pm · 1 Comments |
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