Sorry, thats just my take on a shakespearean (sp?) actor in Much Ado About Nothing.
So, I'm going to complain about unfairness and such or whatever you want to call it because I am not sure what to call it, nor do I care.
Ok, when someone tells you that they trust you, tell you everything yadda yadda yadda, shouldn't they then, in turn, tell you everything? Or at least something that is sorta kinda really important? I can understand keeping some things to yourself, or everything, whatever floats your boat as the stupid saying goes. But, to ask repeatedly for information on something, and then when things aren't going your way (other person isn't telling you) use the "I tell you everything" statement, trying to guilt them into telling you, which in turn they did, and then you not tell them something related to what they told you, that you'd think that they would want to know, well thats just stupid.
I'm starting to see a pattern. This whole above paragraph makes complete sense to me, but most likely not to anyone else. How cruel that you don't understand how I explain things. Oh well, my blog. You can take whatever meaning from it as you wish. It isn't my fault you don't know how to get inside my head and think like me. I'd be creeped out if you could. Thats just a bit to obsessive. Restraining order obsessive.
Anyways, <-- I say that a lot, must change habits. Get rid of the old and over used, *cough* find something new to do. New hobby, change speaking patterns, might move again too. What the hell, life is what you make of it.
Now, where could I move to? I have choices, my mom has job offers, so I could possibly be moving. Either to, Vancouver, or Kamloops, or Cranbrook...somewhere else too, can't remember. Its my choice too, I don't know why, but I get to choose. For now I stay, basically because I am close to exams, and don't know where to go. But she said we wouldn't be moving for like 6 months, if we move. I like my home, but is it time for change yet again?
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Restraining order obsessive?
What if the one who is in your head is just good with people, is intuitive, is psychic, or has just as intricate thinking patterns? Of course I'll avoid listing the one that would scare someone of your age, even just a little.
Trust is an interesting thing. It's much the same as love. Indeed they are different, but they are similar. It's like a relationship between water and cola. They are liquid, fluid, yet compositely different. As for the point, each is returned in a way that is only right for the people involved, the situation at hand. You can pour all of the trust/love in the world into someone and that will never make them share it with you. I've done both, and I know all too well how little it gains you.
Not being trusted is a severe blow, once again, from experience. But what you have to come to grips with is why they did it. In my case, I don't really have a satisfactory answer. There are answers, but they don't fit the questions. In your case, it could be a myriad of things that would keep me guessing for a time, but only a few of them may be right.
I'm sensing fear. It's not my job to judge, in fact, the person in question could hardly care about me, and much the same is true from my end. But I'll just watch, I can't solve this situation for anyone, and I don't really have a desire to. But it is interesting for sure.
I don't know how to get inside your head, per se, but I don't have to search hard to find what your thoughts on a specific subject would be, or how you'd react. I understand what you said, but that shouldn't surprise me, because our brains are too similar.
Oh, and just a side note, I wasn't implying that you were brainless at all in my post. I'm sorry if it came across like that. I'd explain, but you know I'm horrible at explanations, and you know the reason was that I am horrible at explaining myself, and therefore got misinterpreted.
Another side note, If you were kidding about that, The Cookie Monster doesn't love you. maybe that similarity thing about our brains is the freaking reason why I can't tell if you were kidding or not. I on't think you were, but I don't know.
Don't let the bed bugs bite
-Me
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