It's so hard being us. We are just a conglomeration of emotions and moods, like a writhing bowl of spaghetti.

This makes it so hard to do or be anything, always mixed emotions and feelings about everything.

When a question is asked or an instinctual option presents itself needed to be solved immediately, everyone that is watching gut urges present pulling this way and that where a solid quick decision is delayed which usually leads to last minute grasping which tends to end up in a poorly made decision made in haste, and by the one that won because they did the last grasping that took. It's like a contest sometimes to see who wins. Sick.

This lends to no real individuality as a singular entity, plus coupled with the system wide fear (abused) of being outwardly judged to condemnation and ridicule....it's such a sad case that we are. So, instead of being an outwardly colorful representation in bits and pieces of us...we withdrew and hid it all ultimately making us come across as dull, boring, shy, air headed, scared, weird, tasteless,...one of those.

We feel ruined. I'm going to end this depressive observation of internal affairs here, and regroup.

[Shaly78]

You should have told me sooner. It was a choice I made to not have spaghetti.....Welcome aboard!

This is so hard to read.

Lol wtf wrote this! It just amazes me to no end at the stuff that shows up, I don't even think it makes sense. Whatever.

Originally Posted by AlwaysChanging2

Lol wtf wrote this! It just amazes me to no end at the stuff that shows up, I don't even think it makes sense. Whatever.

It makes sense to me. Im a writhing bowl of spaghetti too

I feel so weird trying to read this, that I just have to stop. The words just don't make sense. Oh well, no sense stressing on it.