HopperWolf Posted October 13, 2002 Report Posted October 13, 2002 What the hell is wrong with me? Why can I never see Our world as you see it; With such ease of the things That bear such weight for me. Must I writhe in agony? Over things that mean naught To you, though I wish they would. Is it me or the truth that’s screwed: Twisted and torn apart. I’m learning to hate myself, Over feelings and ideals As I lose them slowly. If they are false, then what is not. Where is the ground I stand on now?
reverie Posted October 13, 2002 Report Posted October 13, 2002 life is hard. it just is... build what you can, stand on what matters...matters to you... build the one's you love up around you, and they'll hold u up when you get tired... Losing your identity in ideals that were once your core? that happens too...am currently reading off and on... james joyce's 'the portrait of a young artist as a young man' he goes through something similar in getting past his beliefs... toystoy says much the same through a charactor or two regarding how education destroys the need reliance on religion... but those are just examples... your not alone... ppl be frustrated over 'it' for ages ya know... well, if nothing else take some solace in the words of saul called paul...'suffer builds charactor' or in thoughts in one of Garrison Keilor skitts ( APHC: Saturday, June 30, 2001) prairiehome.org/performan...ajors.html Erica rhodes: You two were married for a long time. Garrison Keilor: Yeah. How old are you? ER: Nineteen. GK: We were married a little over nineteen years. ER: You don't think you're going to miss her? GK: I will. And yet I think that my missing her will make my memoir even richer. ER: How can you say that? GK: It's true. I'm an English major, darling. Every loss is a pure asset. It gives you an emotional richness and depth, you simply can't get any other way. Tim Russel (ANNC): Yes, if you're an English major you know there are no bad experiences. Everything is material. GK: Great literature is not about happiness. It's about grief and loss. TR (ANNC): And as an English major you get to put it all into the third person. GK: "He sat looking up at the Milky Way as his ex-wife got into the Peugeot with her French lover and all he could think of was how now at last he'd be able to buy that rider mower with the green umbrella with all the money he'd save by having his daughter do his dry cleaning." TR (ANNC): A message from the Professional Organization of English Majors ... revery the dreamlost "hiya..." the dream continues... Edited by: reverie at: 10/13/02 3:48:17 pm
Guest Mister Burrofoot Posted October 13, 2002 Report Posted October 13, 2002 HmMm. That was an interesting conversation there.
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