I wanted to write about how to save, no, change lives but this is a more pressing matter.
I make friends easily with people but it's quite hard for people to become enemies once I befriend them and they befriend me but it has happened that I choose to stop talking to people because it was just unhealthy.
People in my life were right that some people are not worth your time because they never get what you try to tell them.
On the other hand, there are always others who don't ask for anything in return while helping you out and don't ask who you are, where you're from, what family you come from...some people just don't need to know this useless information.
Why did I want to write about safety?
It's actually been on my head since I wrote about the China's Snooping Dragon blog...I hate people who try to get into your life without you asking them to but sometimes it is needed.
Most of the time though, if I don't share my life story with you and I don't talk to you...there is a reason for that.
I don't think people understand how hard it is for me to write about my personal details but once I have done it, I am pretty sure that most people won't use this wrongly....
Do people think they know everything about me because they have read my blog.
What the freak?
Even I don't know what I think most of the time until I write it down in my four or five personal journals.
Yes, people, I have many journals.
I write down everything that happens to me, the good is saved for memory and the bad I write down, but I erase.
I don't want to remember the bad.
Even people that are bad or start to be unhealthy people who stress you out more than being a positive influence don't deserve time of the day because they never get how wrong they are and how right the world is.
Yes, there is a right and wrong...I wrote the standard, if you don't meet the expectations, then you are out...because remember, I am a secret until I share something that I think I need to tell you...if I don't tell you much, then you can be sure, you know nothing about me.
I am safely surrounded by family and friends
“You cannot wean away an addict from the drug. It is not possible for me to walk away from Ranjha. If it is our destiny to be together then who, other than God, can change it?”
she's a spaceman, no walker, dreamer...maybe
It’s funny like in nice and cool, you are always the one and first to answer your own posts, lol
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house, I love Saira's basement.
I always feel safe in my room because nothing can really hurt my mood, or me, when I am surrounded by my books and my chaos.
My room is a huge mess, I want to take a picture and post it here.
Saira's basement has so many things in it, I love it....it's like a treasure hunt.
“You cannot wean away an addict from the drug. It is not possible for me to walk away from Ranjha. If it is our destiny to be together then who, other than God, can change it?”
she's a spaceman, no walker, dreamer...maybe
I rarely feel safe. Or rather I rarely feel at ease. However, when I'm at my parents house I do. I have it in my head that nothing horrible will happen if I'm under the same roof as my husband, mother, and father. (of course last time i was there Heathcliff did die in the laundry room)
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Peace & Blessings
I don't think I am too overly pessimistic, I am just realistic about things
“You cannot wean away an addict from the drug. It is not possible for me to walk away from Ranjha. If it is our destiny to be together then who, other than God, can change it?”
she's a spaceman, no walker, dreamer...maybe
how safe are any of us here? For one, I have made myself very vulnerable here. At first, it was very hard, I was conflicted. i wrote things I would never want anyone who actually knows me to ever read. I was compelled though, with a force that is almost inexplicable.
I kept reading things that people post here, about their pain and confusion, not knowing what to do. I happened to stumble on a blog where it was mentioned that someone on the site who had shared her deep suffering had died. That was the turning point for me.
I felt like I had to share. I felt like I owed it to everyone I have ever tried or pretended to help. I have never given myself permission to do that, ever.
I have wondered what I would do if someone who knows me, or who has known me, or worse, someone who is one of the characters in my story, would ever stumble onto my blog here.
It would be scary, and I wouldn't like it. I go ahead anyway, knowing the risk I take. I doubt that would ever happen, but it could. I guess I will deal with it if it is asked of me.
As I write this, I am reminded that this isn't about me, its about you, but its also about all who come here and really bear down and expose themselves.
For the most part I feel like this is a safe place. I feel like it is a site that is enough of a "niche" that people aren't drawn to it like something like facebook or myspace. At the same time, i have googled things before, and my own blog was the first link to show up, which made me a bit nervous. Still, the chances of anyone stumbling onto a blog because of a google search actually reading all of my blogs, and actually being a person I do not wish to ever know again are pretty slim.
All in all, I think it is worth the risk. I hope the benefit I might provide to others who don't have the courage or strength to share would outweigh any harm that might come to me because of it.
It is important to have a safe place, no matter what, where nothing can touch you. For me, that place exists in my mind, and nowhere else. I imagine it when I need to, in order to get through an unsafe moment.
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I hope we all find the things we are looking for in life, every day living and what not...I don't know I am just watching Cars with my nephews and it's a pretty decent movie ^__^
I am kind of surprised at myself that I shared so much and it sometimes overwhelms me, or sometimes gets to be too much...
“You cannot wean away an addict from the drug. It is not possible for me to walk away from Ranjha. If it is our destiny to be together then who, other than God, can change it?”
she's a spaceman, no walker, dreamer...maybe
especially when it feels like too much. The key is to share with those you know you can trust.
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