♀ ℝaNↁoℳℕeઽs & Raℕ†iℕGઽ あ

I Thought a Thought, I Think I Think, Every Time I Play with Ink

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Who Are We?

Who Am I?

and Why?

and Why?

and Why? Why? Why?

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So Sitting There, I Questioned air, and Tossed and Twirled 

and Pulled my Hair

But Nothing Came, it Never Did

Just Laughed and Poked, in Clever Jib

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So How Then on This Perfect Day

With Not A Summons

Sound

or Say

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Did Suddenly a Thought Foray? 

and Halt 

This Pressing Quest 

in Play

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The Answer to Your Question is…

Such utter

Silly

Foolishness

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This is Why you Round About 

and Pace the Floors in Endless Doubt

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You've Seen it Oh So Many Ways 

Yet Lost it in 

a Clever Gaze

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You've Passed it by So Many Times

and Cast Aside

These Foolish Lines

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You've Laughed and Jibbed and Rolled About

You've Cursed and Screamed Up Such a Shout

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So Silently, Inside this Mess

Your Sweetness Lost

its Tenderness

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The Treasure of this Endless Quest

Will Not Be Found

 In Endlessness

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 You Must Allow your Mind to Rest

and Sit within

A Knowingness

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For There All Questions Ever Fade

Until of Course

The Next Invade

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And Lead You in a Quest Again 

For Questions Truly 

Know 

No End 

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~The way I like to think of the higher self is quite simple actually. If you ever played with dolls or action figures or even had a very favourite stuffed animal you clung to with such adoration that should anything happen to it you would feel as if something had ripped a part of you away. Well then you know how your human form and the person you have so endlessly identified as you, is infact your most precious experience of yourself. In fact so precious you fear to lose it so desperately you would squeeze the life out of it to make sure it never left you ~


~ You are the you who is the hand that moves the being you are now being. You are lost inside your own creation and it has become a nightmare from which your are terrified to awake lest you lose the whole dream all together. The nightmare is the most severe form of the dream, the most masterful, most intense form of dream and requires the most incredible amount of strength and skill in order to maintain. It is literally impossible to keep a nightmare running as long as we humans have managed to maintain this one and yet look at us go. We have mastered the dream to the point where the impossible is a moment to moment imperative of our existence. We have reversed and transposed all the most fundamental understandings into the most depraved and insane version of the impossible to lose impossible to forget beautiful truth. We have become terrified of pleasure, condemning of life and abhorrent of anything that even begins to approach sanity ~


~And so in the middle of this mess a few of us got lazy and slipped up revealing the truth which utterly shocked and amazed everyone including ourselves. We began to use our laziness as a tool of inspiration and elucidation. And once we got the hang of it we begun the impossibly long process of unfolding this endless and meticulous knot we had tied ourselves in. As that happened we realized that who we considered ourselves to be was smaller then what we were involved in doing. We began to perceive what we started to form as the idea of God ~


~ In religion what has been called God, the creator, actually refers to the higher self.  The idea that an old man with a white beard in the clouds governing your life is in fact what the people who did connect with their higher selves back in the day actually felt or even experienced.  Considering the amount of density we all were in back then this connection was the greatest achievement in human history and so rightfully could be called God ~


~ But in fact I say it was the higher self of the man who did connect and open up to his infinite self his complete being.  Then this connection which maybe even represented to the man a more adept complete version of the man experiencing this like a mirror reflection of all that he is in the highest sense.  So he saw himself from this perspective and worshipped this man as if he were God.  But if you think about it wouldn't God be beyond description or human capacity to understand.  This was only a representation of the doorway to God.  Alignment with oneself in complete true and total harmony ~


~ Taking this idea into consideration then God is black, young, chinese, a woman, old, a dolphin, a gray, a tree, bubblegum wrapper or whatever you happen to be when your looking.  Everything, everyone, anything, anyone, its all, not one possibility excluded.  Not one ~


~ This also means that if you think about it the relationship to everyone and everything has changed in relation to our higher standards of life, knowledge, health, technology and everything else.  We are more sophisticated on every level so allow me to attempt explain the difference ~


~ Back in the day in other lives when humanity was far less evolved then we now are, all of us who now hate the church and organized religion or the illuminati, are the ones who made sure we built and sustained them.  We built the world we are now at odds with.  This is apparently how we do everything in life and learn about ourselves and everything else here.  We are the enemy until we let ourselves be the hero ~


~ In the church The higher self represented God and the priest represented the higher self to the masses of people who were wandering in a much deeper and more profound darkness then we have known in this life.  Everything was a lot more heavy back then and so we needed more solid anchors to understand our place in things and give us structure of some sort, to give us light we needed fire because we simply couldn't handle creating the infrastructure necessary to support electricity, or less intense forms of light.  The light needed to support itself and maintain its own source of power.  Everything had to blaze out at us for any of us at all to receive any kind of light at all and even at that point it was fleeting and required regular interactions and reminders.  This was extremely appropriate at the time but now such systems are counterproductive and inhibiting towards developing self-empowerment and/or self-sovereignty.  But understandably during the times when too many were so far gone or lost within the worst of the imbalance people needed something and this was the level that was appropriate for the average person.  But now we have improved as a species to the point where we can sustain a more lucid and direct connection and understanding with ourselves and infinite essence ~



~ At that point it was appropriate to have one man or single individuals represent God in a manner that could not be denied.  A master, a teacher like Buddah or Jesus or Mohammad.  These people represented God where the Priests represented the higher self and this was necessary because of the depth of limitation we imposed upon ourselves.  But now we are beyond relying on a representation of God and we can just connect directly ourselves.  We're also beyond representations of the higher self since we can comprehend this is simply a secondary distinction from the source.  Like why would you pay some guy to make you coffee his way when you can have an premo spresso machine in your kitchenette for wild creative concoctions of your own crazy design?  Why?  Why buy tomatoes from half way across the world when you can grow them in your backyard and have them specifically tailored to both the environment you live and breath in, as well as your specific body by interacting with the soil and plant during its formation ~


~ Well like wise for everything else in your universe why have it according to some other guy, especially if your not even a guy.  I think I'd rather my god be a woman anyways, that could be exactly the right touch right now for all of us.  Imagine meeting God as your best friend or your daughter or son.  Imagine meeting God as an enlightening inspiring experience.  Imagine meeting God as this moment speaking to you through me telling you what you already know and have just forgot how to tell yourself ~


~The story is infact the same story in a more contemporary format.  The same players are here now playing the same role in a more contemporary fashion, reflective of the mentality once again of the times.  In a thousand years it'll be the same story in a more updated way just like a thousand years ago it was something we'd probably be at odds with today.  We'd probably look prettier and be uglier in our every endeavour with such crude and disgusting methods and understanding of things like how today we are that to tomorrow.  I suppose thats why spirit has a timeless quality, a universal way, like a time traveler able to be in style in every period in some way.  It always has a place ~

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~ You know what I notice about dreams?  They are like the way an artist works in fantasy.  A lot of them are very symbolic, imagery driven and borrow from a great many real things in your daily life.  But nothing is ever really what it was in your waking life.  Like in a dream I just had I remember a shop that had tvs in it and other things for sale.  It had the exact impression of being the same convenience store in a subway I frequent but then it also had elements of a second hand store I visited and another small shop downtown.  Just like the way people work in the movies combining several elements from various styles in order to create a new character or location ~

~ The same with people in my dreams its like people I might call one of my friends but when I wake up I know its not her.  The one in particular I'm speaking of looking back had a strange depth in my dream.  Like this person who was one way in my life, in the dream, seemed like she was a character being played by a much more seasoned and deep actress.  I got the impression she was wearing the character of the girl I knew in life.  Like she was even wearing the dream, looking through it at me.  As if it was a very important interaction somehow.  But who she really was I have no idea yet ~

~ What I think, is that you actually are interacting with real people or beings in your dreams.  I think yes sometimes its all you.  But other times I think its a shared experience.  And in some of those nightmares, you are actually encountering what I call "feeders."  The feeders are like energy Vampires who feed on your energy through exploiting your weaknesses and fears.  They themselves are very frightened and low energy so they only feel comfortable "feeding" in this way rather then drawing energy from source ~

~ One time in particular very recently I had an experience where I was very open psychically but completely unfocused and sort of spilling out all over the place.  When I fell asleep that night I had a dream I was in my house but it was very very dusty and yellowy looking, like it had been there for a thousand years or something.  Everything was broken down and damaged and all the same musty looking yellowish colour.  I opened the door to the washroom and looked at the toilet which had a huge crack right through it.  All of a sudden my mother in her characteristic bathrobe, came from around the corner and started yelling at me for damaging the toilet.  I played it off, as if it were no big deal. At which point an unusual thing happened.  I think I heard myself instruct the demon to attack me.  Not like with language mind you, it was like I was giving myself an idea about how to push myself a little further with it.  The being that was playing my mother suddenly started pushing herself on me and a large thing grew out of her genitals and started like raping me.  I think I woke up at this point going "what the fuck!?" ~

~ I think I was trying to wake myself up in the dream through this allowed attack.  My energy in my body had risen to a significant level to this and had become very attractive to other entities.  Another time when I felt like the energy from my third eye was very open just in between dream and waking I felt a being swallowing the focus from my third eye into a hole.  I had to pry myself away from it.  It felt like a real nasty feeling like it had a rusty sound to it like someone you don't want to meet in a dark alley.  I guess thats what the fourth dimension is like a dream alleyway.  Ha ha ~

~ Well I guess its many things and one of them is its where I think we actually go when we create our dreams.  Which would mean the brain isn't actually what we think it is, its not actually like a machine to create and store all these imaginings but its only a very complex receiver.  Maybe like a computer interface.  But all the games we play take place on the internet, same with all the knowledge and information and everything.  This would mean that its only ever about opening on all levels to be able to function in any walk of life more… well… functionally ~

~ Maybe thats why people like einstein would fall asleep with equations and wake up with the answer.  Because its a lot quicker to use a holographic interface you are completely integrated in then to try to run it through an otherwise very resistant waking mind.  This would also mean that on this level that we call our "waking life" or "real world" we are actually so asleep we only ever function of the most limited capacity for the majority of our lives.  And it would mean we die without ever truly realizing our full limitless capacity for creation and experience as human beings ~

~ I remember one other time I tried to wake myself up while dreaming.  I was looking out through my backyard door window at four different versions of my dog running in a circle.  Each one was a little more extravagant then the last.  I remember thinking to myself "imagine if this was a dream?" and I just kept on staring in wonder.  I woke up slapping my head saying things like "you stupid fucking idiot!" Yes I am a giant moron who just can't seem to be able to figure out he's totally dreaming on all levels all at once ~


~ It would mean one other thing and that is that when we Die the first thing we become are Our Dreams, Literally ~

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~ In the in between there lays a stretch of darkened land where no man and un-men dwell.  It is a place of endless echo of a darkness from long ago.  If your not careful or forget to keep your wits about you you may lose yourself forever.  There is a wood in this land which ever deepens and darkens worse then any wood imaginable.  The further in you go the thicker more dense it becomes.  And after you travelled in very deep there are openings like deep pockets of shadow where dark men dwell and those whose sadness drew them into the wood has left them wandering eternally forsaken.  They are not so much a threat as those who beg you to travel down certain paths with them promising a swifter way ~

~ Now if I had been a traveler wise in the ways of the wood I would not so easily have fallen into this seduction.  However the wood is dark and there are many screaming cries of misery and very disturbing things inside that bring into question all that a man like me believes well about himself.  There is endless doubt which lives hidden in the woods.  Fears that most are very unaware they even have but soon discover they do ~

~ A woman appeared before me once in the sweetest solitude of night.  She was very fair and inviting and knew many things about the woods I travelled.  I decided it would be wise to follow her for some time to learn and get the feel of this place.  But she led me down a shadowy path requiring many sacrifices I unwillingly made.  She robbed in the end of a piece of my sanity and left me barren with nothing ~

~ It was only then after much travel and hardship at my wits end did I first catch the hint of something very precious in the wind.  A scent of something familiar from my youth.  A beautiful ecstasy in this dark place where nothing but sadness and broken dreams lay.  This little hint of something in the wind filled me suddenly with such life and invigoration.  The life filled up in my body again and I rose up with a strong heart and stumbled my way following it as best I could.  It led me to a small stream where I refreshed myself and carried on hurriedly to find the source of this scent in the wind.  The stream spilled and flooded pooled and wiggled all around the countless deadened trees with little moon drops of flowers growing here and there like silent rebellion of welcome beauty.  I followed them until I began to hear the torrent of water ahead and realized I had finally made my way to the forbidden entrance of the kingdom ~

~ Ahead lays my greatest foe.  In the heartland of my enemy.  After duelling in countless battle upon countless battle with all manner of heinous and endlessly surprising foes.  But in the cave the demon that lies there is one of unimaginable intelligence.  One who can play upon the heros darkest thoughts and doubts in himself.  This demon is known as deceiver and has earned this trait by their own self-deception.  They are like a vacuum where you may lose yourself forever lost in a single unutterable doubt.  Honesty is now the weapon of this hero and humility the manner in which he can undo the deceivers spell ~

~ In the cave there is no one.  There is nothing but the sound of your deepest darkest thoughts squirrelling around you.  If you let your light go out for even a second they might consume you.  So you carry on.  You slip and fall and break your leg and alone you weep bitterly for your dangerous mistakes.  But eventually you have no choice you must carry on.  The hero is always reluctant to go on this journey.  Happy still to simply sit and be as everyone else.  But when no other can meet the call.  The hero understands it must still be met if not by the best by at least those who are willing and so the hero marches on.  Without hope or chance of success, only the impetus to fulfil his task under the most extraordinary pressure he can imagine and in the darkest depths of his own very simple soul.  The hero carries on.  He is compelled to there is no other choice in his mind.  The hero simply does go on because he has to.  That is what a hero must do ~

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~ I seem to be the master of screwing myself out of every opportunity I have come to me.  Like its an art form, a true miracle art form I've been proficient at my whole life.  I'll even get ridiculous luck and just turn it away, mess it up, blow it or any number of brilliant vehicles to keep myself exactly where I am, exactly where I've always been.  Like I like it there so much, I don't want it any other way at all.  And in retrospect that seems exactly right ~

~ I spent most of my life on the outside, just wandering aimless, lost.  I'd be in the woods because yes I did like it, but also because I didn't ever really have a core group of friends.  I just had pick up friends where ever I went.  People I'd get to know or spend time with.  People who would tolerate me, or feel bad for me and offer me friendship.  But lets face it I was a person like a fowl smelling decay who no one really wanted to spend time with.  Or if they did eventually they'd get wise and figure me out and make a James Bond exit out of there.  Its all right I can't say I'd blame em.  I'd probably do the same thing if I was in there position ~

~ But now I'm kinda glad all that happened because now I'm free, I'm not like all of them or any of you.  I am my own person.  People don't like me but when was that ever news?  I don't care.  And because I don't depend on your approval (because I never had it to begin with) I see the world through my own eyes.  And more so I see all of you the way you really are, not politely or nice because you weren't exactly nice to me were you?  I can make exceptions here and there on a case by case basis, but feel bad about who I've become? Why? for What? for Who? you?  I don't think so.  I'll even lie about doing that right to your face just so I can keep doing what I've always done, be on my own side.  You don't like it well that really is your problem isn't it ~

~ I owe no one.  I am obligated to no one or nothing.  I am my own man.  How many of you can honestly say that?  By your own free will all of you helped me become who I now am.  I truly could not have done it without you.  I guess they're right no body does it alone.  I have been training my whole life or better put my whole life has been my training for where I am now and none of it was in vain or by accident.  Only the revelatory information I needed to understand what I am going to do next ~

~ Every time I lose something in my life I see another piece of the bigger picture.  It seems that no matter what happens its a win win situation and that I will succeed through any number of methods or means eventually and the only hard work there actually is is in avoiding the inevitable consequence of this life the one I have chosen ~

~ There is always enough, remember that, because if there wasn't it would already be over wouldn't it ~

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~ If you look at my life and wonder how I came to know the things I do you will create all kinds of stories.  I will enjoy them so and let you tell them.  I will sit avidly and listen to the utter fantasies that you have concocted about me.  You will not believe it but I am just a man like you.  But more so you will not understand how much it took me to be just… a man ~

~ I will listen to the tales and smile like the child I truly am for you do not understand.  You will reach and strain for the answers that are right before you but you do not believe they are and so you can no longer see the miracles that surround.  Like us, they are everywhere and await to eagerly to play ~

~ You will not understand how I have been able to do all the things I do nor the unequivocal simplicity and dare I say stupidity of this silly man.  My wife will laugh with uncontrollable glee just to look upon me and see her own silly reflection staring back smiling.  She see's me as I am, just a man, but one who has become something of a story or legend in these parts.  Part of the fabric of things we shall never speak of.  Because how could we, we do not understand and so there is nothing to say is there? ~

~ But they tell the story anyways, those who consider themselves brave enough to cross the lines we all draw before us.  Those who wish a taste of the forbidden.  Those who consider themselves the impossible things we are and have always been.  We are stories we are and always have been.  You will remember us when you have lost touch with your own name.  For you cannot forget the impossible mystery we present in your mind and will contemplate it in utter agony until long past your last days.  You will hear us in endless laughter at your quest to find us, to know our name.  We will taunt you with the secret understanding of all that you endlessly pursue and all you were so sure you knew ~

~ But more then this we will be waiting for you.  We will wait as we do for the impossible promise of something unexpectedly new.  We live in our own forever side by side with you.  We are the impossible truth you can only believe as fantastic lies or tales at best and oh yes we are definitely that.  We have earned our right to be here and so we shall be for times to come.  You will know if you have met us by the sweetness in your thoughts and the secret feelings you now treasure in your heart.  We move in utter grace and simplicity. We are your dreams because how could you believe we were true?  You wouldn't even know how to describe us or what to say.  But in time, a long time you might just realize we left you with a little something quite incredible you'd never even believe was true.  It'll be there always and forever just when you need it to help you ~

What I Am Afraid To Tell Myself

~ This fear I was going to find something terrible down there is something i push deep and far back into the recesses of my mind.  I feel the need to talk about this but am very careful not to ever reveal anything too damaging about myself or what I've done.  Part of me has always just decided to give up looking, hide and be thankful however bad it gets that its not worse then it already is because you deserve far worse then this and you know it.  If you were ever honest about who you are to anyone they would send you to the butchers and you know it.  They would crucify you with your own approval and you feel this within yourself and have your whole life which is why your afraid to actually admit anything to yourself or anyone else.  Which is why you spend your life living in lies which sometimes you cant even remember.  Hiding, lying, cheating, stealing, grabbing, perverting, hurting, again and again and again and again.  Its who you are your nature.  Its the one thing you know you ultimately deserve and so you give it to yourself again and again and again and again.  Its the cycle you conceived and brought upon yourself ~

~ When I was younger I was told you shouldn't lie because then you have to keep the lie going with another lie and another lie until eventually it no longer makes any kind of sense to anyone anymore and no one really understands whats going on.  This unfortunately is a perfect description of my life as it now stands.  I've been lying so long now about so many things "I" can't even remember what the truth is.  I'm so totally lost and with no one around anymore who could even tell me where it all began.  I've been lying since I can remember mostly I think because I have been ashamed of who I am and where my family came from.  I feel like its something awful that needs to be lied about and so I've always concocted stories to make myself appear the way I think I should be.  I also steal to make up what I think I should by rights have and have always consistently tried to live at a level above where I am or even understand.  Just embarrassed to be alive really... at least as I am.  And I think I'm a girl really I always act and think in the feminine and have always felt really more in tune with femininity then masculinity which I hate and despise like its some kind of illness or something.  I blame men for everything I call them the reason for why the world is in the state its in and its like some disgusting thing I can't get off myself and many people in my life feel the same way about me.  Complimenting my insidious hatred of myself.  I have never been "Manly" or "A Man" in any sense of the word, in fact I'm very girly at heart and in many many different ways.  I know nothing about cars, sports or whatever other ostensibly masculine things I'm supposed to know about.  I like fashion and romance movies, and want sex all the time {well that might be a manly thing} I like art and am soft hearted and not really scary as a man should be.  In fact I'm more scared of women then me.  I act very much like a woman and most normal guys don't understand me the same way they don't understand most normal women.  Most normal guys immediately think I'm gay because of the girly way in which I conduct myself and my adoration of feminine ideas and ideals ~

~ If I was to guess I'd say I was at my peak a female and many ways just can't really grasp how to be anything but in this life.  I behave in my inherently strong feminine way in this life and wherever I do I become more and more grounded into my masculinity or masculine energies.  My body is completely out of whack but this is the thing I don't understand its more in favour of the masculine side, being the right side of the body left brain.  But if I am so feminine shouldn't it be the left side more predominant?  Or maybe thats the point my life is designed to balance out my imbalance within.  So the more feminine I behave the more masculine the energies are in balance of me or rather in order to keep me in balance of who I am.  But the more I behave masculine it has the reverse effect and releases the more feminine sides of myself.  Power in Paradox.  Seems like a backward thing to get the hang of but entirely reflective of the world we are in.  So if I feel like a little girl in a mans body I need to grow up into an older man in a mans body which will release the more feminine energies within to balance out the overwhelming masculinity I have become by behaving feminine ~

~ The masculine energies are more of the grounding energies of the physical world and in the most severe form take on the experience of failures and losses, accidents and injuries in order to keep you undeniably present in the physical.  But what makes a man is not his masculinity as everyone thinks but his deep expression of femininity.  The only thing missing from what is most obviously a man.  But in that act of vulnerability is seen the true essence of what everyone can instantly recognize as a man.  Within it is an act of pure courage and centeredness without is the harmonizing balance of his endlessly hardwired manliness.  Or something like that ~

~ Something always bugged me about when people told me to "Man it Up" or "Be a Man," like I felt insulted in a particular way for a particular reason.  I think because I had discarded my manliness out of hate for it or disgust in it and then felt a cold snap like I had just been slapped across the face with my own stupidity.  As if throwing away something I actually needed, like the world telling me I was wrong in my disgust or distaste with myself.  A common thing in many places in my life.  Like I had it right there but just didn't believe it enough to use it where it needed to be used.  It's like life is saying use this here at this time in this way here it is plain and simple so you cant mess it up very easy to understand in exactly the way I would understand it and I say "no, it wont work" and I go sideways and fall into a serious catastrophe of sorts or many many sorts.  Now I feel like I'm lying about everything in my life and just acting like a little girl when I've done quite manly things I never want to talk about or admit I've done.  I pretend to be one person while flat out lying that I am actually someone else entirely.  I've hidden myself inside a lesser me and have gotten exactly the kind of life that comes with that on all levels.  Not entirely but close enough ~

~ It's like I didn't want to admit who I was so I ended up forcing myself into a life and lifestyle to small for myself and suffered extraordinary pain because of it.  Its like a fear of power of hurting people with it so just dismissing it entirely and letting it poison me in the process.  I swallowed it so to speak as I always do swallow all the poisons of the world in doubt of my own goodness and because of it become bad because there is no where else to go or nothing else to become.  I have in a sense by fearing my ability to hurt others become the hurter I have always feared I'd become.  A fear passed down by my father who misunderstood things in exactly the way that I did.  In fact the only thing that seems to have prevented me from completely going over the edge with this {which I willing would have believe you me} is a kind of purposely built in design flaw to my life or maybe not a design flaw but some kind of minimal safety mechanism I had no idea I had this entire time.  It still allowed me to make all the mistakes I made and experience enormous pains and ups and downs but it seems to have saved me from entirely committing to my own mistakes and misjudgements about life ~

~ Everything I chose in this life all the mistakes I made were mine, I made them by my own choosing because of a number of reasons but undeniably they were mine and its like the purpose of this life was just to show myself the inevitable consequence of how I was choosing to be.  Because as of right now I am like 98% percent still headed in the wrong direction and am pissed I cant get there like yesterday.  And probably at best 2% percent in the right direction which is what keeps me from completely obliterating myself in self-destruction.  I don't believe I did any of it myself, like I had all kinds of help, even design in my life right down to the body type and parents and everything and even with all the encouragement to move into a positive direction I am still fighting hard core for my own annihilation.  What a case am I ~

~ I feel like I've been given an obvious part to play and theres no way around it but into utter pain and annihilation {which I don't want}.  But The part seems so gay like I'll learn some damn lesson and save the day hurray.  So gay.  Like I'm just a pawn, like an actor, so predictable in every way in every way, its obvious the only tricks I got up my sleeve are so old my life already knows them before I can even come up with them.  So what the fuck, this is dumb, this is bullshit.  I'm not playing.  This is just a part in a movie, so dumb.  It's like when you watch a movie and your like "ohh this is the settup and ahh I saw that coming and this and whatever."  I think god is a BAD WRITER and SO VERY CLICHE.  I've probably even seen this story before and know whats going to happen next.  But I guess its still important to play out this fucking retardation of a story to its utterly predictable conclusion ~