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NEWEST ************************** Friday, Nov. 04, 2005 - 12:42 a.m. ************************** "There are things in this world that make me cry;" "There are things in my head I dare not touch;" "There are reasons why I don’t;" "There are too many questions;" "There are not enough answers;" "There are never enough answers;" "These are just words;" "They
are here for you..."
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Robert Louis Stevenson *************************************************************** Dearest people who read my online journal, I don't understand why you do. What compels you? In a way, I don't want to know. In another way, I urgently need to know. What do you see in me that requires more than one visit? I suppose I really do need to know, because, I myself don't see the reason why you do. Is it the can't look at, can't look away paradigm of a car crash? Are you all rubbernecking at the wreckage that
is my mind? No, I suspect you are better people than that. Even if doing such does have its allure. It is probably the underdog syndrome, isn't it? Like
the story of the man who is swimming in the ocean who sees the safety of land
but will not head for it. Will he drown? Will he
eventually make it to shore? I can assure you, I have no intention of heading toward land. I shun it, as I must because I must tread the waters of my life by myself. For how long I can like this remains to be seen. The people that were once part of my life who now might read my online journal haunt me whoever they may be. Maybe it’s because I wish they would have read other things. Because I wanted them to read me, to know me when it mattered the
most and when they had the chance. Looking into my
eyes, not now in my online journal. Because I said so many things they just didn't see fit to hear, care about or understand. And now, out of the blue, what I put to print matters. It might have some meaning to understanding me which somehow escaped them. Why didn't it matter then? When I really needed it to
matter to them. Why does it only matter after the fact? When I’ve long since given up on it meaning anything to them? It’s easy to love me, to want me and need me after the fact. After you know I do no longer need that from you all. It’s easy to care when I don't anymore. Cowards!!! You look carefully at the people and institutions around you and notice every last detail. You feel it is up to you to make sure those around you uphold certain standards of attitude and conduct. You are down to Earth, with a distaste for fanciful things. You prefer things practical to new-fangled. Your word is your bond. You have no problem with detail. You share your type with 10% of the population. As a romantic partner, you are dependable and predictable. You usually like things done in very specific ways. You tend to appreciate tradition, and you work hard to achieve goals. You have trouble sharing your feelings, though. In your eagerness to be organized and productive, you can also be unwilling to examine or embrace alternative points of view. You like to be appreciated for your practical contributions, your common sense, and the efforts you make to keep your life on track. You like to be thanked often, both informally and formally and are most likely to be upset when your partner forgets a tradition you hold dear, such as an anniversary. Your group summary: Guardians (SJ)
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