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Life in general. by caffine-iv2006-11-19 12:55:59
  rather interesting... by rottweiler2002-07-24 08:40:22
    Ahhh, by caffine-iv 2002-07-24 09:07:24
You're one of those!

Theres three grups of people in schools.

Theres Group A, which are the self proclaimed TOP level people. Self Proclaimed. They really arn't. They're the ones that beath te tar out of everyone else (in the case of the guys) or refuse to acknowledge the existance of anyone in any other group (in the case of hte women).

Group B, and this is you, is a fine line. They don't get beat, they don't make a lot friends, they don't beat on anyone... They exist and thats about all.

Group C, me, is the proclaimed (by group A) lower echelon. This ishte group that gets hte tar beaten out of them, never gets to be asked out (even by a geek) and never gets a "yes" responce when asking someone out.

I'll note that I'v never pushed the envelope you refer to either. I just looked for someone to share some romantic time with. Soemone I could be alone with, share my intimate thoughts with, and not worry about a thing. Essentially, a best friend, only female. It's nice to have a womans mind involved in some things, as I'm sure a lot of women find it useful to knwo what a man thinks of certain things. Nobody will ever admit this, but... =P Read my next post, I'll pot something truely amazing.

For people who don't fit in and are part of group C, they _CAN'T_ play sports. It's not because htey don't want to, or because they don't know how. It has nothing to do with ability. If they join that sports team, Group A will kill them. They will be beaten to death on the football field, and you'll be rushing off to hte hospital every other week after something new happens at practice.

There is nothing broken in your makeup unless you chose it to be.

Why it matters, is because sometimes a person likes to spend time with someone else. Sometimes, comming up with an idea isn't good enough. You have to share it. Sometimes going to the movie isn't fun. You have to go with someone. Sometimes going out to eat isn't fun. You have to go an visit with someone while you eat.

Without friends, none of these activities are fun for a lot of people. So they stop doing things. And life becomes boring and unfulfilling.

Imagine a giant unfulfillable hole. Now imagine it in your chest... Thats what being alone feels like to someone who wants to share something with the rest of the world.

THAT is why these things matter :P

Sure, you may come up with a bunch of this "well I successfully did this, this, and this.." stuff. Whch if that made you happy, great! I'm all for it =) But what makes you happy may not be what makes the next person happy.

And if you aren't happy with life, after a really long period of time, a person begins to wonder why they shoud live at all. It becomes pointless.

If _anyone_ out there ever feels their life is pointless and wonders why they should be alive, you're absolutely 100% welcome to visit me.
[ Reply ]
      interesting divisions ... by rottweiler2002-07-24 14:09:20
        AK... by rottweiler2002-07-24 14:16:33
          That's cool :) by caffine-iv2002-07-24 17:15:03
        Sometimes a person has no choice. by caffine-iv2002-07-24 17:12:54
          still disagree by rottweiler2002-07-25 06:34:23

 

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