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Loading ...I was kind of a strange little kid.
Actually, I’m being easy on myself. The truth of the matter is that I was somewhat delusional. For example, I thought I was […]
Original post: Every Superhero Needs a Sidekick
I was kind of a strange little kid.
Actually, I’m being easy on myself. The truth of the matter is that I was somewhat delusional. For example, I thought I was […]
Original post: Every Superhero Needs a Sidekick
Someone tell me where VA is, she’s overdue for a wedgie and possibly a swirlie.
Gotta admit though, pretty creative way to present a “I got stitches when I was X years old” story.
Amen.
I read today’s little ditty picturing her laughing her ass off at how she can write complete randomness and still have people read and comment and more than likely digg, just because it is V. Today’s entry was a bad Sunday comic and I just want you to know V, if you still read this page, that the most entertaining part about today’s entry was knowing without a doubt that you did it to subtly have a laugh at your readers expense. Well done!
Oh and EM…you didn’t get banned? I figured after your little spat with admin and no posts yesterday that you had been cut.
(don’t taunt the animals!)
i really liked it.
i liked the randomness of it.
it made me smile the whole way through.
good one V.
nice one :D the end part is somewhat confusing..
…not entirely, making peace with little brother seems like a mission
that could be accomplished.
It’s making peace with big brother that gets slightly confusing.
But, not entirely.
*not by violence, but by the earth*
…just something I heard somewhere.
Much like the ‘I have a dream…’ speech
It’s all out there already…
It’s high time we listen.
AWWWWWWW….. a sweet VA story - or is that an oxymoron?
Haha, we all have some delusions when we are younger. Though most of us realize on some level they can’t be real. Example, when Harry Potter first came out, I was still young enough to ‘get my owl and go to Hogwarts.’ Even though I knew it wasn’t real, kind of like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, you still hope, and want to still believe.
… Santa Claus isn’t… real…? …Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten any presents these last couple of years…
Well, anyway. I think the story was okay. It held my attention. I thought maybe she’d pee on him or something, drop him off the couch… Something painful… but that’s just me.
alishalouise …haha, that totally reminds me of the first time i saw the movie “baraka”
i was fully waiting for a tragic/exciting/adventurous thing to happen - but really the movie was about simplistic beauty of man…
and here i was waiting for an explosion.
hehehe.
Even though this was meant to be lighthearted and humorous, I still connected with it.
Probably because I had the same Wonder Woman underwear outfit, the same She-Ra obsession, and the same thought: That my new baby brother was Destroyer of Worlds.
SuperGirls Unite! :P
hmmmm… V
Speaking of delusions.
At some point I realized I was less delusional when I was
younger. How do you really tell what is a delusion and what
is real? I know I have moments of pure delusion and others
of varying degrees of clarity.
No psychotropic, antidepressant, mood elevator etc… pill has actually had any effect at all on the actual ‘delusions’. Easing the anxiety that comes along with delusional thinking is the only way I’ve been able to maintan.
That, and trying to somehow artistically express how the
whole thing feels. The most difficult part is the expression
without dragging others into the delusion, unless of course
others want to participate. Some of my friends and those I
interact with are thouroughly amused and entertained by
my delusions… others are confused, frustrated even slightly
terrified.
Thank you V, for bringing up the subject of delusions…
they seem to have played a major role in my life and, at this
point, I just have to figure out how to minimize their effect on
others… and myself, of course, so I can at least function if not
thrive within societal standards.
For the most part, you always seem to write the right words
at the right time. You’re better than any of the pro therapists
or social workers I’ve ever dealt with. Period. not to mention…
your words are free. Pardon all the ass kissery, I’m just trying
to express my appreciation.
My obsessive and seemingly random use of the return/enter key should be the first obstacle to overcome on my journey toward self-correction or some semblance of equilibrium/temperance/stability… Thanks again V…
Apparently scientists say it’s impossible to travel back in time, so I guess it’s time to move forward… or at least flow.
Therapists typically are more fucked up than anybody. It is actually a proven factoid that the VAST majority of therapists go into the profession to “fix” themselves, so it is no wonder that you have found them to be incompetent hacks. As a therapist myself, I hate most of my colleagues. You have not experienced pain until you attend a conference full of therapists, it is whiny, self conscious and extraordinarily judgmental. But, there are some good ones out there, so don’t give up on the process, just find one who is real and doesn’t actually use that “active listening” bullshit, because when the patients are gone, that “talk” becomes the punch lines of many jokes.
My therapist listens well and is cheap. Dr. Buddy Light and his assistant Ms. Patron Silver. They’ve both solved many of my problems, but also have created a few.