Confessions

[Scaramouche]

:lol: I tend to do those kind of things, but awake...I'm very clumsy.

Yeah, I'm kind of clumsy. Always bang my toes and elbows into things.

[Aren]

I've noticed an very general inverse correlation between intelligence and grace in most people. :geek:

[Aren]

I've noticed an very general inverse correlation between intelligence and grace in most people. :geek:

Thanks, I think...

Eight of nine of the most intelligent people I know have been completely unable to dance or play sports of any sorts, and nearly get themselves killed going about their daily lives.

[Arantor]

Eight of nine of the most intelligent people I know have been completely unable to dance or play sports of any sorts, and nearly get themselves killed going about their daily lives.

By that logic I appear to be Einstein... having been struck by lightning and also hit by a large Land Rover in the same year. (As far as I know I suffer no ill effects from the lightning, and I stoved the front of the Land Rover, although I did have some brusing to my side.)

As for confessions, I don't really have any, I think.

[Pneumonica]

When I was little I walked in my sleep and walked off the end of the top bunk. Landed on the toy boxes.

Ouch! That must have hurt. Poor you...

Interestingly, I maintain a similar cognitive state while wakeful as while dreaming which means I'm not always aware of the divide, even when I'm a completely different person across it. Hence how I've skinned my knees trying to fly to the bathroom. I was really proud of myself, though - I started out in great form.

[Peppercat]

Hmm, well, I know some exceptions to that rule. One of my closest friends from school is the top student of her class (was in school and is now at univ.) and is also a hell of a dancer. Actually, I don't think I know anyone else who can dance salsa as good as her

As for confessions...

I kissed a girl. And I liked it! :lol:

Haha, well, actually, SHE was the one who kissed me and I neither liked nor disliked it. She sneak-attacked me, in a swimming pool! We were both drunk But I thought, and still think, it was hilarious

[Aren]

I can think of another sneak attack. Incidentally, it caused a nosebleed.

Confession: I just read the entire archives of P&A and I love it. If I was a character in it, I'd probably be the male Daphne to Fred's Sara.

[Don Alexander]

Of all six Star Wars movies, I like Episode 2 - Attack of the Clones best. :shock:

And that's the worst you'll get out of me. Ever.

[Peppercat]

Is that a romantic side I sense in you, DA? :lol:

Padme to Anakin: "Hold me, like you did by the lake on Naboo."

Hee hee, I liked Attack of the Clones too.

Star Wars <3

[Don Alexander]

Is that a romantic side I sense in you, DA? :lol:

It taketh a habanero fries nomming kitty to bring it forth!

(More on the serious side, I can be seriously romantic, yes, Despite my battle cry picture.)

Padme to Anakin: "Hold me, like you did by the lake on Naboo."

Hee hee, I liked Attack of the Clones too.

Star Wars <3

No, actually, it has little to do with at all. Actually nothing. Romance is Star Wars is even worse than the "science". I can't really say why I liked that one so much. I actually think I need to see all six in a row. Then I might revert to mainstream opinion and go for Empire Strikes Back.

Confessions...

Movie: Bridge to Terabithia (2007)
Character: Leslie Burke
Actress: AnnaSophia Robb

Me: OMG I love you why can't you be real????

I mean, really. She is the proto-role-playing gamer (or, should I say, DungeonMaster) wrapped up in a wonderfully cute shell. She is to role-playing what Kaywinnit Lee Frye is to geeks and technonerds. A divine embodiment in a divine girl/woman.

Confessions...

It is my dream to write everyone, one day, this stunningly beautiful piece of verse from Dream Theater's "Blind Faith":

Sorry you must excuse me
I've painted my own Mona Lisa
She's fixed everything
Now I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams

If I ever get a girlfriend, that is.

Confessions...

Even if I never write another poem, I will hopefully write this last one titled (yes, I realize this is not my original invention):

"The World, The Flesh And The Devil"

It will be dedicated to someone.

You figure out the rest. ;)

[midgetshrimp]

I'll post here because I'm so tired.

I...*sigh*... yea. So, as I see it, I've lived my entire life living up to everyone elses expectations. Many of the things I do I enjoy, but that's not why I do them. I don't want to be the one to disappoint. I'm a great athlete, because they want me to be. I'm intelligent, because they want me to be. The most relative statement that I've thought up that mirrors me is, "What I am is not my own". Now things are changing. The University I'm going to presently, I didn't even originally apply for. I didn't and don't want to be there. Yet I'm the first of my generation in my family to actually make it into a secondary education program. A year and a half into it, and I'm battling with how I'm going to tell those who expect so much from me that by next semester I'll have failed out. I've spent two months driving to this place that I've come not only to dislike, but to abhor. And I can't take it any more. But that doesn't matter, because I should be able to just shrug that off and do better. I always have, but... I can't this time. It feels like I'm giving up, and that feeling is the worst I can think of ever experiencing. I have plans for when I'm out, and I don't plan to stay out, though I don't have high hopes of being accepted anywhere else at this point. But I'll try. Right now, this is the most worrisome issue that I've yet to share with anyone. And if I wasn't so tired I might have just erased this all.

[Don Alexander]

I'll post here because I'm so tired.

I...*sigh*... yea. So, as I see it, I've lived my entire life living up to everyone elses expectations. Many of the things I do I enjoy, but that's not why I do them. I don't want to be the one to disappoint. I'm a great athlete, because they want me to be. I'm intelligent, because they want me to be. The most relative statement that I've thought up that mirrors me is, "What I am is not my own". Now things are changing. The University I'm going to presently, I didn't even originally apply for. I didn't and don't want to be there. Yet I'm the first of my generation in my family to actually make it into a secondary education program. A year and a half into it, and I'm battling with how I'm going to tell those who expect so much from me that by next semester I'll have failed out. I've spent two months driving to this place that I've come not only to dislike, but to abhor. And I can't take it any more. But that doesn't matter, because I should be able to just shrug that off and do better. I always have, but... I can't this time. It feels like I'm giving up, and that feeling is the worst I can think of ever experiencing. I have plans for when I'm out, and I don't plan to stay out, though I don't have high hopes of being accepted anywhere else at this point. But I'll try. Right now, this is the most worrisome issue that I've yet to share with anyone. And if I wasn't so tired I might have just erased this all.

:?

Well, words from me (=stranger flickering on some screen, essentially unknown to you) can't help you, but I still wish you luck with your future. Time to take your life in your own hands and achieve goals you set yourself. Not others. At the very least, I think I can promise you will have the sympathetic ear of everyone here. After all, if you look at it from a rational-atheistic standpoint, a "true" confession (as in the Catholic Church) is not going to change a thing, I mean, if one does not believe in God, some guy in a frock telling you you have been forgiven does not reorder the Universe. But you sure feel better after it. Having someone listeining to you, even if they can't physically assist you, is still highly important.

I know that. I've been listening all my life.

Kudos to Tenjen. After what have mostly been rather lighthearted posts (including mine), your thread has now made an impact.

[Aren]

Midget - here's two things to think about, that I use whenever I start to feel self-loathing (you're not there, but you're having feelings like I was back when I was in university - and I failed out, too).

"Nothing of me is original - I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known."

"This, too, shall pass."

Just relax. Take some time. Figure out what you want, and then do it. There are others of us out there who feel the same way and have been there.

[Asaryu]

I agree. I think you're really stressed out at the moment, and unhappy with your uni.

You need the break to think about what you want to do with yourself. Do you even really want to be going to uni? Or would you rather do something else? And if you don't know what else, then take some more time to decide that. I'm sure there's things you can do with yourself in the meantime.

I know the pressure. I was the first person to go to uni in my family as well, and there was a lot of unspoken pressure there that life would have been a lot easier without. I solved my problem by changing my philosophy. I was not going to kill myself for uni. I was there to learn, and I was going to learn what I wanted to. I was going to do as well as I could, and if it wasn't enough for them, then at least I knew it was enough for me. Ironically, once I decided I was there for myself, my newfound enthusiasm for it all must have rubbed off on my work, since I stared getting higher marks all of a sudden.

Who knows. But like DA said, you're not alone. We're all happy to hear your problems and help where we can, and I reckon you'd do the same for us.

::GROUP HUG::

[Dirty n Evil]

Midgetshrimp -

When I was younger, my ex-hippie father (who sold his soul to corperations) told me that I should forget my dreams of being a writer. That I shouldn't even think about it, and concentrate on a more realistic career or else I'd go hungry while working entry level jobs as I tried getting a novel published. I tried to be a psychologist, and although I did have an interest in understanding how people think when the path got difficult for me it was all too easy to abandon. And as a result of this pressure, I never tried for a new career and just ended up working entry level jobs. Only... I still have the impression of my father telling me how worthless writing is, and how it's a waste of my time, so it's difficult for me to dedicate myself to it like I did when I was younger.

The example I'm trying to show is that if there is something that you really want to do... be true to it. What's the worst that could happen? Because I tried to live someone else's life I ended up in exactly the place he warned me I'd end up. If I'd only ignored him, I might still be here... but I wouldn't be struggling with enjoying the one task that I feel best defines me as a person.

Spend some time finding out what you really like to do that could be applied into a job... even if it's something you might only end up doing for leisure. You might not become a rock star, but no one can stop you enjoying going to the bar on Karaoke night. You might not become a chef, but you might end up enjoying every time you get to cook for your friends and family. Just something to consider. And good luck, my friend.