Teasing

This post is going to be all about teasing and back-stabbing. I have heard so much talk about people behind their backs, that I feel it's my obligation as a Blogger to comment on this disturbing trend. I want to try to dig to see as to why people do this. I won't do research for this, because as you can tell from my previous posts, I am sick of research for a few decades. You'll only get my speculation here. I want to say that I think that people talk about other people behind their backs because the gossipers are really insecure about critical flaws in their character. That's why it really doesn't bother me when people talk about me behind my back. I have better things to do than worry about what random people think of me. It does get under my skin when people talk about certain people to me. I won't mention those people because this journal is not a private one, but it is irritating when people talk to me about these people. I usually break down the feeling in order to get over it. I know that because they are putting other people down, the have flaws that are often related to what they are talking about. For example if a kid calls your brother stupid, it could mean that they feel insecure about their own intelligence. Sticking with this example, I would like to mention that at first it might get you "miffed", but you have to think about why they are saying what they are saying. It always calms me down. Have a great day.

uber-long post

I feel terrible right now. You can't even imagine how bad I feel right now. I had an argument with my mom and my sister. My sister refused to stop giving me dirty looks. She seems to enjoy starting conflict as long as I look like the crazy one at the end. My mom wasn't exactly helpful. I asked Lizzie to stop giving me dirty looks, and she said no. Then I asked mom to tell Lizzie to stop giving me dirty looks and she said that she didn't want to. She said that Lizzie and I should be able to work it out. The best negotiator in the world could not work it out when one party is completely unwilling to negotiate. My sister just won't stop doing these kinds of things and my mom has no apparent interest in the prevention of these occurrences. Something like this is not very common, but it is always handled inappropriately. My sister has made giant strides, bit she is still behind where I was when I was her age. I feel that my parents don't really push us to succeed. I don't know why I am writing this right now. Maybe it's therapeutic, maybe it's... I don't know. If you are reading this on the computer, you should know that the original copy of this was hand-written on paper in ink. I suppose I should continue discussing open wounds in the hope that I will find some sort of resolution or closure. If I could have anything at all, I would change my parents into proactive people who stride to achieve not only financial success, but personal success as well. It's times like these, where I just... I just want peace. I am listening to Frou Frou as I write this. For some reason that some has always relaxed me. I don't know why though. Recently, I have started going to the gym with one of my classmates. He's pretty cool. I am lying down in the Family Room right now which looks out at the lake. The view is just beautiful. I'll try to describe it for you all but my ability to go into deep levels of description is practically non-existant. As I look out at my front yard, I see a green lawn framed by potted plants right outside the window. Looking past the grass, there are dark green bushes that are probably about 8 feet tall. Though I can't see the road from this angle, because it is hidden behind the bushes, it is there. Past that is Lake St. Clair. I had better wrap this up because I'm getting very tired, so I'll just type this up and put it on the blog. Happy reading!

Arguement

Hey all you readers, you can tune this message out because it's for my family. We had an arguement tonight and I just wanted to apologize. I can't say that I am not at all to blame, because I played a part. I just hope that everyone involved learns from this experience and I'm praying that it will not happen again.

Love to all,
-Bill

A Concrete Wall

Hi. Today I was attacked! This phisco pushed me into a concrete wall and I was rushed to the ER(Emergancy Room)! I got 15 stiches, and I don't think that I have ever felt worse! I am barely able to type, and I have not yet recovered! I am very upset about this. My father, a prominent businessman, is also very upset. He got a call at work from my mother saying that his only son is in the ER. He immediatly left work to come down and see me. I mean who would think that in one of the best schools, this could happen. It actually happened when I was on a feild trip of all places. Now I know why they send a paper home that you must fill out, with columns like 'Your doctor' in case an emergancy happens. I really now understand why they are concerned!


This post came from archives, not weekly updates.