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Annie - 2003-04-13 01:33:49
Damn, that was a trick! Sorry I made it a number 1! Hugs
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amy poetica - 2003-04-16 12:57:13
I have decided to add you, for now anyway (it takes a lot of back reading for me to decide to make someone a regular :). You seem very articulate, although it is a bit overwhelming (like clicking on that ABOUT ME link..aye carumba). But I understand, I write and think incessantly. I think that if you belive conciously you are sensitive, and if you are the type of person who is thoughtful and introspective regarding your perception that you are sensitive, you probably are. People have questioned me time and time again about being "sensitive." At this time, there are three groups regarding this 1) People who think I'm bipolar -- mainly my psychiatrist, my old psychiatrist, and my family 2) People who believe I'm depressed -- my friend Doors in NC, Bat, and a few others and 3) People who don't believe me, who think I'm torturing myself, who think I'm faking it -- Cake, and about everyone else. You know what's going on in your head. I doubt its an ego trip.
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candora - 2003-04-16 15:26:42
yes, Annie, I often trick myself :)
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candora - 2003-04-16 15:28:16
ah, amy... should I feel foolish for trembling with excitement? (some part of me does, some part of me does not, some part of me rolls laughs at the part of me that does, and the part of me that does not rolls eyes at the part of me that rolls laughs... other parts do different things, not always rolling, sometimes their own... thing, that is)... but it happens everytime... and I am so appreciative of the warning that my eyes have very happy tears... and I like your thoughts so I'm gonna believe in them, but not just cuz they support mine, though that makes it easy... you also inspired this: humans seem to need to put everything in a box... I believe it's an obsession that starts very young, as noted by the fact that most infants and young children will be much more fascinated by the box than the gift inside it... and the more educated one becomes, the more one wants to place a label on the box, the number of syllables on the label directly corrolating to the level of education one has supposedly acheived... this, of course, it just one of my theories of humanity... the box theory, I suppose... and I may actually be at least part human (or somehow subconsciously emulate human behavior), because I have been known to play with boxes from time to time... but I try not to put people in a box because the first thing I want to do when put into a box, especially if the box has a label on it, is to climb out of it (or failing that, devise a way to get through, or at least see through the walls)... ironically (or not), the intensity of my desire to get out of the box corrolates to the number of syllables on the label on the box... all this to say, you are as you are and require no label, nor box, for me... the same goes for everyone, so I shall probably say it to everyone, but thank you for inspiring me to explain it well enough to inspire my smile... hopefully I'm not the only one.
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