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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Absolution, ADD, and The Mind Meld

How does everyone around me keep themselves so CONTAINED?? Doesn't it HURT? Cant they feel it CONSUME them? Doesn't everyone burn with feelings that can never be bound by words? I have a HURRICANE inside my head, how do they keep it in? Sometimes I just want to give it all up. To find the person I trust most in the world, let down all my walls, connect my mind to their's, and show them EVERYTHING. The Good and the Bad. To just trust that when it was done their revulsion of the bad would be quieted by the knowledge that I had punished myself more than anyone else could. They would see it all. The times I did the right thing and suffered for it to save others from pain. All those times I was the monster, the villain, and never apologized, and deep down, still wasn't sorry for. In the end, aren't we all just looking for forgiveness? For absolution? Because if they saw all the bad things I've done, then they would see all the good too. And they would see WHY I did both. And maybe they could understand.

Then of course my ADD gets the better of me and i stop thinking deep thoughts and start wondering about the implications of two minds connected together. If I put my head in someone else's, they would have everything that makes me ME. All the problems and good things that forged ME. If they were to reward my complete trust in them, and allow me to see the THEIR naked mind, (which I sincerely hope they would, I'd be a bit hurt if they didn't, after I literally showed them everything I ever tried to hide) then wouldn't we become the same person? We would BOTH be the combination of each other. Assuming that my mind had just as loud a voice in their's, and their's in mine, and that nobody was driven crazy by this little event, we would become the SAME PERSON. The combined strengths and weaknesses of both. Would our weaknesses combine to cripple us? Or would our combined life experience and personal strengths be enough to overcome the others weaknesses? If I had even the slightest amount of writing skill I would feel I had to write a novel exploring the different possibilities. Would we go on to live our separate lives, gaining different experiences, and develop into two totally different people again? Or would the combined lives and personalities be strong enough to keep us essentially the same? Which raises ANOTHER question, this one about the origin of personalities. Are people made from the life they live? Or were they ALWAYS going to be the same personality from birth. Are they BORN with the potential to be anyone, and life brings out certain traits, while others remain inside them, with no influence at all, like seeds never watered? Or was I from birth, say, ALWAYS an ENFP? Newborns cant express personality types. That's not to say they don't have different personalities, but that means nothing, because ALREADY they have been gaining experience that could have made them into who they are.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

I guess it makes sense since this is a blog of "Rants"

Why is it that the least interesting, rather old, and worst written post in the history of this blog CONTINUES to be the most popular? Out of all the posts on here I probably gave the least thought to that one as I typed it out. In a blog filled with me expressing so many different emotions, from pouting to philosophy, the post that is still being read is a common old rant.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thanksgiving

In the eyes of the world, I'm legally an adult. I don't always live up to that, because in many ways, I'm still a kid. Adults don't climb onto their roofs at night and lay back and stare at the stars when they feel alone. Adults know how far to push things. Adults know how to restrain themselves. We'll, they should anyway. I know my brother in law annoys the hell out of me sometimes because he's a big tease and he always pushes it too far. And I'm guilty of that very thing. But for all my flaws, I AM trying. And this year, as I was going over the people and things I am thankful for, I decided to do it a little differently. A simple happy thanksgiving isn't really enough, and so I've written several stories and sent them off to people who need to hear them. So happy Thanksgiving! And don't feel bad if you didnt get a story, I'm not  sending them out to all the people who I'm thankful for, just the ones who I need to satly the most too.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Wind

I love cold weather. I go outside and the dry cold air rushes past me, and suddenly I believe with all my heart that everything can and WILL work out. Sometimes I get so stressed over where I'm going with my life and could anyone actually care less about me and it all feeds on itself, because once you have one thing to be stressed about well then its not a stretch to be stressed about more because you think to yourself, 'well, I already cant handle THIS, how could I handle THAT?' but then that gust of icy wind comes, and snatches all that away. I cant help it. I grin like a maniac in cold, gusty weather. I never feel so alive. It feels like I could fly.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

I love cold weather. Cold weather always makes me feel like everything will work out all right.

Monday, October 21, 2013

I dont want to be the secret blog of rants. but the sad truth is when I'm truly feeling my best i dont feel like coming here. I just want to enjoy life

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I dont know what worse, when someone wont let me into their heart to figure out whats wrong, or when I accidentally stumble across someones pain, even a stranger, and I suddenly have to fix it. I mean, If i have tha capability to help them, I have no right to do anything else. Their pain is now MINE and the only way to fix ME is to fix THEM. They cant break that bond by brushing away my offer for help