Tuesday, December 9, 2014
I just said no.
You have to know that even if you know something others don't, there are things you really don't know that others do, as well. One of them is the fact that you aren't "perfect." This is my creed.
Story
There was a girl named Abby Gale, and she was a young maiden of 14. She had a 15-year-old sister named Tracy Gale. Abby had light blonde highlights, and Tracy had dark red hair. She was courting a guy of 19 who was a strong farmer and shopkeeper. They were still in school. Their teacher was also 15. They lived in a town by the woods where the adult men would hunt for food.
1 day, a ship docked in the harbor. It said it would take them away if they wished. Abby went, and there were many ladies and men there in their 20s and wise older ones in their late 30s.
Abby sat down on a chair, and next to her appeared a man of 20 who took her hand and spoke with words of love.
She spent her time in the folksy music that they played and danced to. In a week, they arrived at a destination. A lighthouse was seen in the distance. They all stayed near the lighthouse, relieved to get off the ship. Abby was taken upstairs by the man she met, and a girl of 19 followed. Together, they looked out and enjoyed the setting there. It gave her a spooky feeling. It was cool and breezy, and the man, whose name was Theodore, put his arms around her. He had flaxen hair himself. He was a romantic dude. Then, a man old enough almost to be her father was there and smiled wide and accepted her in. She fell asleep with the older girls, curled up cozy as a dog.
Night fell, morning followed, the next day. ~ *
"Oh no," said Abby, "I'm so frightened." A girl of 20 put her arm around her and cuddled with her awhile. They connected well.
They all were to go on a trip. Snow fell. Abby was given some warm wraps to bundle up in. They were on a sojourn or what seemed rather like a crusade. The women all laughed, and then men were all strong. They all stopped for Abby and gave her some fish they speared in the creek.
Finally they reached their destination at the Sydney Opera House Magnificent!
They all went inside. Abby was lifted to a higher place. A show turned on. The same man came back, Theodore, and gave her some concessions.
"Oh my," she said, and this time she cuddled into Theodore who held her to him.. "I cannot imagine being happy for very long, as though one day I must die.." She wept.
It was time to go.
They all left and got in a caravan.
They reached a dock again, and people were dancing to folk music by the sea who lived there, mostly in their 30s and 40s.
Finally, they reached another town, and Abby was treated to a birthday dinner and had some wonderful cake!! It was better than any drug.
They all got in a plane and flew. Abby was scared on the plane. Theodore was able to comfort her.
They landed in a land of ice sculptures. The people were all with black hair and pale skin. They had raw fish. They got on a ship majestic and sailed off to another land.
It was an undiscovered or new island. There were pretty buildings. There was a large one where they all were to live for now. Later, they moved to a palace. Abby was helped up to her own, nice, cozy, sparkling partly room. She looked out and could see the sea.
There was a merry celebration and she went and had fun, the frail young girl. She danced a long time and glowed.
The rulers came to meet them, and Abby was made an angel fairy. The king would feature her with his women. She had a beautiful sparkling lilacy bluish dress and a white hat.
1 day, a ship docked in the harbor. It said it would take them away if they wished. Abby went, and there were many ladies and men there in their 20s and wise older ones in their late 30s.
Abby sat down on a chair, and next to her appeared a man of 20 who took her hand and spoke with words of love.
She spent her time in the folksy music that they played and danced to. In a week, they arrived at a destination. A lighthouse was seen in the distance. They all stayed near the lighthouse, relieved to get off the ship. Abby was taken upstairs by the man she met, and a girl of 19 followed. Together, they looked out and enjoyed the setting there. It gave her a spooky feeling. It was cool and breezy, and the man, whose name was Theodore, put his arms around her. He had flaxen hair himself. He was a romantic dude. Then, a man old enough almost to be her father was there and smiled wide and accepted her in. She fell asleep with the older girls, curled up cozy as a dog.
Night fell, morning followed, the next day. ~ *
"Oh no," said Abby, "I'm so frightened." A girl of 20 put her arm around her and cuddled with her awhile. They connected well.
They all were to go on a trip. Snow fell. Abby was given some warm wraps to bundle up in. They were on a sojourn or what seemed rather like a crusade. The women all laughed, and then men were all strong. They all stopped for Abby and gave her some fish they speared in the creek.
Finally they reached their destination at the Sydney Opera House Magnificent!
They all went inside. Abby was lifted to a higher place. A show turned on. The same man came back, Theodore, and gave her some concessions.
"Oh my," she said, and this time she cuddled into Theodore who held her to him.. "I cannot imagine being happy for very long, as though one day I must die.." She wept.
It was time to go.
They all left and got in a caravan.
They reached a dock again, and people were dancing to folk music by the sea who lived there, mostly in their 30s and 40s.
Finally, they reached another town, and Abby was treated to a birthday dinner and had some wonderful cake!! It was better than any drug.
They all got in a plane and flew. Abby was scared on the plane. Theodore was able to comfort her.
They landed in a land of ice sculptures. The people were all with black hair and pale skin. They had raw fish. They got on a ship majestic and sailed off to another land.
It was an undiscovered or new island. There were pretty buildings. There was a large one where they all were to live for now. Later, they moved to a palace. Abby was helped up to her own, nice, cozy, sparkling partly room. She looked out and could see the sea.
There was a merry celebration and she went and had fun, the frail young girl. She danced a long time and glowed.
The rulers came to meet them, and Abby was made an angel fairy. The king would feature her with his women. She had a beautiful sparkling lilacy bluish dress and a white hat.
..these people
won't stop threatening my parents when I do something they don't agree with. I don't agree with them.
I can sing.
It's easy to others, like Chris Mann and Christina Aguilera. I could have blew the world away if I sang that on The Voice with no help.
Will this person
always be in a fight with me in private and not let me get anything I earn/deserve/can have? Like a normal relationship?
What I Noticed
People are rubbing in they like people like my old best friends being trashy over me.
Help!
Someone is trying to kill me. My body parts are being monitored and disturbed. My psychiatrist did it for this person, kept twitching his eyes and they feel like they're severed in some way, feel pressure back there.. I just told him I didn't want the meds, I'm 18+. My mom will kick me out if I don't take it! and he keeps giving it to me! My mom is sick, and we'd been arguing.
So, what's this?
I'm so good and people are piping in to contribute to punish me? Please don't get mad at me for what inspired me to post this.. Do you deserve to be comfortable? What about me!?
Looks like you've lowered the bar
to people who "didn't make it."
It's not all about people with parents who had them at 50.
It's not all about people with parents who had them at 50.
You know
when people constantly send you symbolic messages, they tend to sink in. No one in their right mind like that should be paying that much attention to what you're able to do with them monitoring you like that. I feel I am just hated. I don't need practice punishments set apart from all others.
Hello! I am sorry if the post I linked is annoyingly long but hope it offers something of interest to you. I hope it is okay I posted this. Please inform me if it isn't.
I didn't realize you were musician undercover. I majored with piano a year, did organ. I am a most skilled singer. I, too, took advantage of choir as my singing outlet. Musical theater was another privilege or not that came into my life.. I mean, it was competitive even in choir. I could have been a singer just like you, performing every day on end. It would have been fun. I feel old and decrepit. We moved to Orlando, and it's hard here for everyone. I had more freedom as I was out of high school and into my 2nd year of college. I had finished 1 year thusfar. So, I got on psych meds, which tho interesting seems bad altogether.. ..so, it seems to make me tired and sorta curl over. Still, I am supposed to make a CD says the voice teacher I got. I ain't had much private vocal training. She is also a producer. Well, she was a Mus Ed major like me then changed to Performance/Opera. Now, she's like a powerful and creative producer/teacher. She teaches classical and Broadway. So, what I'm saying is maybe I'm just psyched over psych pills.. kinda got in trouble today, if anyone out there is reading this, wanting off my pills tho moved to a diet think it gave me diabetes. I feel I will wither away and die from looking at myself. I'm sure I don't need psych pills. So, because I lived here I got back on those pills that seem to make me too lethargic to sing easily, like when I was "younger." Most of what I learned in music seemed to be accompanying on the piano easy parts for musicals and chords at church in the end. I knew the plays well that I accompanied. I've had dreams and desires of being in instrumental groups, but I was a pianist who started at 9 1/2. I don't know what made it easy enough to accomplish so then to the degree I did starting out. I could play Clair de Lune, even, in the end. My piano teacher gave it to me. My love was in church music. When I was young, maybe about 6, possibly it was 7, I would memorize the songs and go home and try to sing them, so that gave my brain an exercise. So, I got used to the church hymns. Choir was also very fun, usually cuz I was in love with the director. I was a quiet favorite. In high school, I chose to do non-Talented classes in art, Talented Music which was laid back, and Talented Theater, the real gem! I remember a boy from the city being in the high school choir and singing a solo of Titanic and sitting in Talented Theater before I got in and being with him in drama and PE. I don't know why his friend died and he went there, but it was the best times of my life, my 1st year of high school. He left. I should have exchanged e-mail. I know where he is online. I never got a big role in a musical, but it was fun. I guess another dreamy thing in and of itself is the church. It's so romantic like and dreamy and it's like being an angel to be in choir there when you're young. I feel I talk a lot about these things. I was almost offered a position accompanying here, but I changed my mind so I wouldn't waste my time anymore, for I was a school accomplisher. It's like I was trained to be a pro, comfortable in music. I could have studied more at an arts school in the city if I could use transportation. They had Saturday classes, too. I shoulda done Musical Theater, I see. I don't think opera - well, I had a knack for it and was young and attractive, sad to see me lose it. I feel I've lost all my ideas in classical singing and now am a classical crossover person, which should be the standard, some classical music some theatrical music.. Something that makes me funny .. or wanna LOL is Josh Groban's wit and Jersey Boys's musical accompaniments being so on the ball, so-to-speak, LOL!
Chris Mann, I respect you so much as a person for being such a dazzling performer!
I didn't realize you were musician undercover. I majored with piano a year, did organ. I am a most skilled singer. I, too, took advantage of choir as my singing outlet. Musical theater was another privilege or not that came into my life.. I mean, it was competitive even in choir. I could have been a singer just like you, performing every day on end. It would have been fun. I feel old and decrepit. We moved to Orlando, and it's hard here for everyone. I had more freedom as I was out of high school and into my 2nd year of college. I had finished 1 year thusfar. So, I got on psych meds, which tho interesting seems bad altogether.. ..so, it seems to make me tired and sorta curl over. Still, I am supposed to make a CD says the voice teacher I got. I ain't had much private vocal training. She is also a producer. Well, she was a Mus Ed major like me then changed to Performance/Opera. Now, she's like a powerful and creative producer/teacher. She teaches classical and Broadway. So, what I'm saying is maybe I'm just psyched over psych pills.. kinda got in trouble today, if anyone out there is reading this, wanting off my pills tho moved to a diet think it gave me diabetes. I feel I will wither away and die from looking at myself. I'm sure I don't need psych pills. So, because I lived here I got back on those pills that seem to make me too lethargic to sing easily, like when I was "younger." Most of what I learned in music seemed to be accompanying on the piano easy parts for musicals and chords at church in the end. I knew the plays well that I accompanied. I've had dreams and desires of being in instrumental groups, but I was a pianist who started at 9 1/2. I don't know what made it easy enough to accomplish so then to the degree I did starting out. I could play Clair de Lune, even, in the end. My piano teacher gave it to me. My love was in church music. When I was young, maybe about 6, possibly it was 7, I would memorize the songs and go home and try to sing them, so that gave my brain an exercise. So, I got used to the church hymns. Choir was also very fun, usually cuz I was in love with the director. I was a quiet favorite. In high school, I chose to do non-Talented classes in art, Talented Music which was laid back, and Talented Theater, the real gem! I remember a boy from the city being in the high school choir and singing a solo of Titanic and sitting in Talented Theater before I got in and being with him in drama and PE. I don't know why his friend died and he went there, but it was the best times of my life, my 1st year of high school. He left. I should have exchanged e-mail. I know where he is online. I never got a big role in a musical, but it was fun. I guess another dreamy thing in and of itself is the church. It's so romantic like and dreamy and it's like being an angel to be in choir there when you're young. I feel I talk a lot about these things. I was almost offered a position accompanying here, but I changed my mind so I wouldn't waste my time anymore, for I was a school accomplisher. It's like I was trained to be a pro, comfortable in music. I could have studied more at an arts school in the city if I could use transportation. They had Saturday classes, too. I shoulda done Musical Theater, I see. I don't think opera - well, I had a knack for it and was young and attractive, sad to see me lose it. I feel I've lost all my ideas in classical singing and now am a classical crossover person, which should be the standard, some classical music some theatrical music.. Something that makes me funny .. or wanna LOL is Josh Groban's wit and Jersey Boys's musical accompaniments being so on the ball, so-to-speak, LOL!
Chris Mann, I respect you so much as a person for being such a dazzling performer!
I'm sorry to say but kids today
are simply too empty a lotta them, tho some make it and you see them like in Hollywood/ads. It's sad, I mean, but it's like they're empty. We just have to get over that Baby Boomer bracket, families with moms born around 1960, where the kids seem to have it all.
Get More Excited About Having Kids Together
Don't forget each other. I thought you didn't like kids.
Suppression
Has the world seriously gone wacko and suppressed our talents out of fear of disrespecting the presence of Tim Burton?
What was that big thing we saw..
..at Disney you see it on the bus at the performance center, flashing lights sign, the window to what may lie beyond Orlando and Central Florida. When you're out of that window, you see more possibilities, like before Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, like there was room for all of our unique "talents."
In the end
It should be like school, where I am praised for my accomplishments in things like singing or being a role model.
I don't yet know if it will include being married with children. I may feel like a humbug. I like children, and I focus on ones others have and don't have blood children nor custody children now.
I don't yet know if it will include being married with children. I may feel like a humbug. I like children, and I focus on ones others have and don't have blood children nor custody children now.
"Arguing.."
"'Arguing' will get you nowhere."
People want the facts laid out on the table. They want "the end" at "the beginning." They want it all to come pouring out! They want you to sit there like a Hollywood blonde!! May as well do everything but the last thing I said, as it doesn't matter and it matters. I'm good at setting important goals. The rest is the mystery of "the journey" everyone so claims to love. There's no room to do both. You figure some things out and other things reveal themselves to you in life.
People want the facts laid out on the table. They want "the end" at "the beginning." They want it all to come pouring out! They want you to sit there like a Hollywood blonde!! May as well do everything but the last thing I said, as it doesn't matter and it matters. I'm good at setting important goals. The rest is the mystery of "the journey" everyone so claims to love. There's no room to do both. You figure some things out and other things reveal themselves to you in life.
Story
There was a girl named Christine who was dysfunctional. She had a young dude care for her like in the spirit of things a guardian angel. His name was Ric.
So, as a girl asks, "Christine! What is wrong with you??"
"My dear! When I was a little girl like you, I was sorta abused."
The little girl stared at her with her long golden shimmering sparkling locks! and green blue eyes of crystal!
Christine had black hair. "Well, I would go out to play with the other girls and they would all tell me I was something I wasn't. I never cried, but I went home sad each day. Homework became a drag, and the teachers did nothing as I stayed up late dotting my i's and crossing my t's..
1 thing made me very happy when I was 10, some years older than you. I had a little white dog with short hair and pointy floppy ears. He was a joy! I named him Mojo. I would run around outside, and he was so cute. Most dogs are either abused or grow old an rot. I loved to run outside by the creek. I lived in Pennsylvania. There aren't any witches there, tho.
Things in the news would bother me to break down. I didn't really cry then, neither. I felt all at the same time I never had any attention whereas I paid attention to others and sacrificed myself in many situations for no good reason..
The boys wouldn't get close to me cuz they knew I didn't wanna marry. Weird people would follow me around. I got made fun of for having a Romanian dad.
Then, I grew up, but I cannot work like all the other girls manage to live and enjoy somehow. I always wanted to be working on some thinking thing. I don't even read anymore. The world has become too much for me."
"What do you do now?"
"I live in a place that developed alongside me. Witches live there and so do little girls, 1 I know of named Khloe.. She is only 7. I am 15 and ready to be married but do not feel I could live that way, not really. I am too irresponsible to be ready to raise a child. I get fed sometimes by the spoon by maids who serve in the emperor's court. They just come and do it and then are gone. I prefer to eat alone but am often accompanied by little Miss Khlo'. She's not hard to please..
My caregiver Ric what he does is he follows me all around and touches me when he thinks I'm about to 'have a seizure.' I don't really need physical things, but when we socialize that's what happens. When he's there, he notices."
So, one day, they all went out to the forest, and Christina was pining after the color of her hair. She wasn't up to monkey business. She sincerely felt for herself. She was 15 and alone and walked to the bank and found a restaurant and sat in there and had a drink of tea.
They were going to take a journey. It was great fun to see the kids age 9 and 10 laughing and playing for fun when work was done. A nice boy came in named Alfy, and he picked her up and said, "Baby, something the matter?"
She was taken aback at the setback. She walked nobly and he put his arm around her shoulder and made her feel she was young again for some strange reason..
There was a sweet girl named Judy. She had curly red hair and green and bluish eyes. She was very fidgety, and the lady witch she was talking to grasped her arms, hugged her and tried to calm her down.
Christine looked and thought she was a very nice person.. She had fantasies.
She walked along feeling mature in many ways, more as though she was like 17. People mature later as you go along and get less and less smart and more and more self-centered..
She could see the dream the little ones had. She went to go play with and talk to them.
So, as a girl asks, "Christine! What is wrong with you??"
"My dear! When I was a little girl like you, I was sorta abused."
The little girl stared at her with her long golden shimmering sparkling locks! and green blue eyes of crystal!
Christine had black hair. "Well, I would go out to play with the other girls and they would all tell me I was something I wasn't. I never cried, but I went home sad each day. Homework became a drag, and the teachers did nothing as I stayed up late dotting my i's and crossing my t's..
1 thing made me very happy when I was 10, some years older than you. I had a little white dog with short hair and pointy floppy ears. He was a joy! I named him Mojo. I would run around outside, and he was so cute. Most dogs are either abused or grow old an rot. I loved to run outside by the creek. I lived in Pennsylvania. There aren't any witches there, tho.
Things in the news would bother me to break down. I didn't really cry then, neither. I felt all at the same time I never had any attention whereas I paid attention to others and sacrificed myself in many situations for no good reason..
The boys wouldn't get close to me cuz they knew I didn't wanna marry. Weird people would follow me around. I got made fun of for having a Romanian dad.
Then, I grew up, but I cannot work like all the other girls manage to live and enjoy somehow. I always wanted to be working on some thinking thing. I don't even read anymore. The world has become too much for me."
"What do you do now?"
"I live in a place that developed alongside me. Witches live there and so do little girls, 1 I know of named Khloe.. She is only 7. I am 15 and ready to be married but do not feel I could live that way, not really. I am too irresponsible to be ready to raise a child. I get fed sometimes by the spoon by maids who serve in the emperor's court. They just come and do it and then are gone. I prefer to eat alone but am often accompanied by little Miss Khlo'. She's not hard to please..
My caregiver Ric what he does is he follows me all around and touches me when he thinks I'm about to 'have a seizure.' I don't really need physical things, but when we socialize that's what happens. When he's there, he notices."
So, one day, they all went out to the forest, and Christina was pining after the color of her hair. She wasn't up to monkey business. She sincerely felt for herself. She was 15 and alone and walked to the bank and found a restaurant and sat in there and had a drink of tea.
They were going to take a journey. It was great fun to see the kids age 9 and 10 laughing and playing for fun when work was done. A nice boy came in named Alfy, and he picked her up and said, "Baby, something the matter?"
She was taken aback at the setback. She walked nobly and he put his arm around her shoulder and made her feel she was young again for some strange reason..
There was a sweet girl named Judy. She had curly red hair and green and bluish eyes. She was very fidgety, and the lady witch she was talking to grasped her arms, hugged her and tried to calm her down.
Christine looked and thought she was a very nice person.. She had fantasies.
She walked along feeling mature in many ways, more as though she was like 17. People mature later as you go along and get less and less smart and more and more self-centered..
She could see the dream the little ones had. She went to go play with and talk to them.
People hate me and want me d***.
No one really is talking to me. People are different to me. I feel relieved to get out of the house on a good day.
I came here to say something and about forgot what it was.
I will say I'd prefer to be a normal person and use my money to eat out, but that money goes to singing and Disney. I'm not going as a rotting corpse filled with old dreams that never got to make it because of a fart! (I am not saying anything mean, just the situation really, me..)
I'd love a job, but I'm not used to doing non-thinking things for long periods of time. I was taken home early from Pre-School when I was good at pretending to be a cashier. My dad would be there. I was with my mom or interesting baby brother (who I did care about.)
As per singing, I think I need to learn to be more of a model than actor. I just look like a toad. I don't like it. My diet is slowly transforming me, as it should. I wonder if I'll wake up thinner. So, I have no talent to explore in me left.
I came here to say something and about forgot what it was.
I will say I'd prefer to be a normal person and use my money to eat out, but that money goes to singing and Disney. I'm not going as a rotting corpse filled with old dreams that never got to make it because of a fart! (I am not saying anything mean, just the situation really, me..)
I'd love a job, but I'm not used to doing non-thinking things for long periods of time. I was taken home early from Pre-School when I was good at pretending to be a cashier. My dad would be there. I was with my mom or interesting baby brother (who I did care about.)
As per singing, I think I need to learn to be more of a model than actor. I just look like a toad. I don't like it. My diet is slowly transforming me, as it should. I wonder if I'll wake up thinner. So, I have no talent to explore in me left.
Depressed
All I can do is want my singing voice back. I'm grateful for my health and life. Maybe, I'll get up and practice again. I lost my enlightenment. Honestly, I got some more but lost some. I was singing for my parents. I just fell apart in the end. That's not okay. I am dealing with it for myself, but I don't know why I didn't have the strength.
You're gonna miss me "when I'm gone."
I was capable of doing many things, but my life became a known experiment and that's why I slipped up. I didn't know exactly what I wanted. No one was smart nor keen enough to guide me. I'm the singing joke.
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