If I trace through my history it’s a cycle of self loathing->motivated enlightenment->inner peace->self doubt->self loathing->wash->rinse->repeat. The cycle however gets tighter and tighter each time. I think I’ve just about got it down to an evening as one full cycle now.
All aboard the Bipolar Express!
Not really. But it’s interesting to see how powerful a motivator self loathing can be when channeled.
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And how much we forget about ourselves. The recorded truth can destroy you.
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Seems we have a president who can speak.
For the unawares, there’s an election coming up. And, GASP!, there are more candidates than presidential ones. Dozens in fact. For you local folk, go here: http://thevoterguide3.mlive.com/
It will determine what candidates you will have on your ballot (senate, house, state representatives, county positions, judicial positions, etc) and their answers to a number of critical questions. When you’re done, it will even email you a cheat-sheet you can use to make your time at the polls much faster since you’ll have done all your research. This is HIGHLY recommended for you voters as it will make your experience voting much smoother for you and much more informed.
And you’re all voters, right?
Personally I found it fun to realize that after looking at all candidates based on their merits that I largely prefer (what turned out to be) Republicans for local positions and Democrats for “bigger” positions. Some combination of sensibility and ideals…
No, I won’t disclose political/candidate choices on ze blog. Not what this is here for. You have questions or beef, call me.
“Doormat!” he yelled at her and leaned forward to throw the plast bottle. It nicked off of her as she sat, stunned. He waited for her to turn her face from him before he stood and walked to the other side of the room. He only stood there, a light cold sweat on his neck, waiting. Full of doubt.
A sniffle breaks the silence from her direction. “There, it’s done,” he mutters, and heaves a sigh not of releif but of resignation. The wedge is driven, the lesson taught. When it comes to your relationship with the person you hold above all others you cannot ask others what they think. If they think it’s okay, if they think it’s alright. You can only ask yourself that. Sometimes you have to be burned to learn that you can only get so close to a fire for comfort; the world will consume you if you try to use it to light your own dark corners. You have to find your self yourself. You cannot listen to others expecting to hear your own opinion.
One more sigh and he walks back to sit behind her, apologies forming on his lips. She would trust him again, but never quite the same way. The wedge was driven.
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Time to go to work.
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