The title. Thanks for the new thread. I didn't notice it before but can you please edit the Two Song Previews link.
We aren't allowed to link other forums here. Thank you. Who cares if One More Light goes out Well, I do. Find More Posts by HappySquared.
Moderator of Harry Potter Daniel Radcliffe. Thanks for the new thread! Some of the spoiler points aren't spoilers anymore though since those episodes have already aired.
You may want to delete those and add the new stuff like what we've recently heard about the Sue and Will showdown and their Lindy hop dance together. All of those are in the previous thread if you need to find them. Harry: "I'm lucky to have you, aren't I? Find More Posts by CClar Nice title. Find More Posts by Poupa.
The filming pics from the second episode don't need to be there either. Yeah sorry guys. I made the thread at 1 am and was really sleepy while I was editing stuff out so I was going to finish up today.
There's stuff that I still need to add but I got to eat first since I just woke up. I like to call it " something better ," and leave it at that. Find More Posts by goodbreakingbad. Not that it matters cos i'm watching at US pace! Cats x. Last edited by Catsyj; at PM Reason: cos i is stoopid! Idk if this has been posted yet. You see two people and you think they belong together. But nothing happens.
The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable. Like wings, they have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but, they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly. OH, thank you. What's with Puck's facial expression in the beginning? Oh Kurt vs. Let Kurt get the solo Plus form the promo pics: Quick just make such a visually stunning duo. I think you should name her Beth. Originally Posted by Rinslet View Post. Not the greatest sneak peak for Rachel, tbh.
Then again it's not as if she's looking up to see Kurt wanted the solo and it's Will's fault for giving it to her. Can't wait to see her and Kurt battle out for it. Thanks for posting guys. I did not know where this place was! I knew there must be a spoiler thread, but I got distracted by the other threads I forgot to look for it hard enough.
Also, Will just handing it to her? I wish they'd have released a better sneak peek. Oh, and Cory's name is spelled wrong on the Twitter part of the OP.
Kat dead-end-street. Who cares if One More Light goes out Well, I do. Find More Posts by HappySquared. Ooh, excited for an ep that focuses on Artie a little more.
LOVE Kevin's voice! OMG, look at that! Episode 9. So excited. And judging by the replacement of Britney with Finn and the changing of clothes, the bake sale is more than one day. There was another with Quinn and Santana right?
Wonder if we will have a reaction from Santana concerning Quick. All times are GMT The time now is AM. Women don't need your permission to protect themselves. My daughter punched an executive where she worked right in the face when he tried to kiss her in a stairwell.
Maybe women's mags should stop promoting the debasement of women through casual sex without consequences to the horny men who believe in "choice! Click Here if you Like this Comment. I've advocated "small violence" like this for years.
I'd like to see ol' Chester go home after the office party to explain the bright red hand print on his cheek to his dear wife Same goes for the bully or jerk who deserves a punch in the nose. There ought to be room in the laws to allow that. Don't need a Colt. I've no problem with this Oh, and Karen's, I want to slap Karen's. WIsh I could remember the title but I saw one a few days ago and he wasn't fooling! She took it in stride, exiting the room.
I'm not longing for a return to that, obviously, but things sure have changed. Women have slapped men in the face for decades for not taking no for an answer. Go back to the movies from through However, if it is more than a slap or not deserved, the woman should expect to be treated to some of the same physicality.
How do you define 'crossing the line'? Everyone has a different interpretation. A vendor at my big box retailer made a very inappropriate comment. I responded with 'I'm a woman of faith. I would never do that. I will jeopardize his job or mine.
Thus, the slapping and hitting of men by women, and women by men. Jimmy Cagney's melon into the face of the woman was probably from that era. I am 82 years old, and was never slapped by a woman. But I probably should have been - or maybe I was deficient in my courtship attempts. I would have appreciated some guidance in those days. As for politicians, I suspect that their ham-handed attempts at seduction work often enough to continue.
Little Andrew Cuomo is just pathetic in his words and deeds. The fact that he has the face of a chimpanzee doesn't help maters, either.
The late Rush Limbaugh always said politics is Hollywod for ugly people. I thought this always has been normal, although there may be some clarification of what "crossing the line" means. If it means inappropriate touching, heck yes, swat the guy, HARD.
If they mean some random nothing, and the crazy feminists seem to imagine more than actually is there sometimes, maybe not. Women have been slapping men's faces for Centuries when they were "Fresh" as they called it in my day! We didn't need permission. We just knew it was the way to get the message across to the "Offender" that he had overstepped! It worked! Of course, in my day, women could do that without fearing they would be slapped back men had good manners back then.
Now days a woman who slaps a man might knocked off her feet because there is a certain class of men who were never taught never to hit a woman for any reason. A friend and I had a recent conversation regarding therapy and meds. I will be honest, I've been in a depression for a year.
There is a culmination of factors that went into this depression; overwork, lack of money, my own personal demons, a crazy roommate, who I adore but can be difficult to live with sometimes.
But to be honest the worst thing I've suffered with this last year was a broken heart. I don't even think those two words are adequate to describe how I feel at the moment.
It wasn't just a heart that was shattered, if was a relationship, a friendship, a social life, a world. Imagine a divorce, but without the comfort of at least knowing you were for a brief shining moment someone loved you enough to want to make a life with you.
That's what my last year has been. Crawling back from that has been difficult. There is much I am sifting through, feelings of rejection, of worthlessness, of failure, of loneliness. And it wasn't something that just happened one day and I can get over it. There is a lifetime of things that went along with this that help make the heartbreak so very hard to get over. And for the most part I struggle with this alone. I have a roommate who is endlessly loyal, but hardly understands the situation.
I have family who are distant at best, and it's very difficult to share with them. And for the except of a special, core group of friends, most of my friendships have either left me or I've pushed away because I hurt so much. So there isn't very much support in 'just getting over it'. This is why I chose therapy. I couldn't do this alone. I had tried for a very long time to do it by myself, and realized that I simply fell into patterns of behavior that perpetuated bad situations.
And while I've been lucky in my life that I've never completely fallen in the pit of despair, I do know that when I had my heart broken last year I realized I couldn't do this all by myself. My world fell apart and I needed help.
So I went to my school's psychology department and I asked for help. It's been a slow process. There are layers of things I am working through, and things I'm discovering about myself. Today I discussed the anger I feel towards my family and their indifference, and realized that perhaps we are all indifferent to each other because we all feel some lack of worth with each other, and are unable to express it.
Because we don't feel complaining will change the situation, we do nothing. I do it, they do it, we all do, and it perpetuates a situation. I feel unworthy because my family doesn't seem to care about my life. It occurred to me today that perhaps they feel that way towards me too, and that's why we are so silent. This is why I am in therapy I never would have discovered this unless I had worked it out. Recently I've been very quiet with friends.
I admit that the effort it takes to maintain relationships has been difficult for me. I've lacked the energy even to maintain connections on Twitter and Facebook. One of my best friends was very concerned. She herself has been where I am at, and she has a family who has struggled with depression.
She suggested I should look into medication. I love my friend, and I am so glad she cared enough to suggest it. But I firmly and gently said no. This is a fight that I don't want to simply give a pill to. I want to change my behavior, to understand why this is happening, and find a way to shake myself of assumptions that have made me sad and depressed. I do see a hope at the end of the tunnel, I just feel I need to be patient. Like everything, it is a process. Now, I say this because I believe that therapy with no medication is the option for me now.
This is not to say that I don't believe in medication for others. I live with someone who suffers chronic depression. My own parents at various times suffered from it, and at least one should have been medicated. He finally had to resort to medication when my mother left, because he realized just how bad it was getting. There were days during that dark period when my brother and I had to check to make sure he was even breathing, we were so afraid of his depression.
I know that there are times when medication is an answer. And I want to encourage anyone reading this that if you feel that you need it, if you can't shake this feeling, if it won't go away, or if it gets worse, please, please seek that sort of help. Don't hesitate. People will not think less of you, because frankly who among us hasn't been in that spot. But I also encourage those who do want to try and make a go without medication as well.
It is an option, and it's a good option. Sometimes what you really need is to understand why things are happening, and therapy is good for that. It helps you sort out what's really going on and what isn't, what your perceptions are and what the outside sees. It helps you come to grips with how you think and how that affects things.
And I'm all for that. But by all means, if therapy isn't cutting it, if there is something deeper going on there, talk to a therapist or a doctor and get some help. For me I'm taking this route, and I'm positive it is working. I'm feeling better about some things and feeling stronger about others. It's a slow road, and I don't think this will change overnight. But I keep on working it because I want to be a better person, a better daughter, a better sister, and a better friend.
Wednesday, January 25, Caretaker. A long time ago I used to play role playing games. The old fashioned kind with dice and paper, where you would reduce a character and their personality to basic words and numbers. Personalities suddenly became Jungian descriptives. They were easy, throw-away ways to explain the impulses of a characters nature.
Because we were so steeped in this game, and so used to the lingo, many of us took to using these descriptions in real life to pinpoint just what sort of person we thought someone was. They were a "architect" nature, or a "deviant". I was always a "caretaker".
And it's true, that's the first impulse I have. My entire life has been defined by being someone who was asked to take care of someone else. I am the oldest, I am female, I am responsible, I am caring and kind. It seems a natural fit. I needed to take care of parents, siblings, friends, it is a natural expression of the empathy and compassion that I have, trying to take care of others, to make them feel better.
But it is also a hamper as well. As we have established, I am a person who fears rejection. I am a person who is also very lonely. It is hard for me to reach out to others. One of the few ways I have of connecting to people is to be that "caretaker".
I want to do something for you, to make things easier for you, or better, because if I do then you will appreciate me, like me, even want me in your life. Being a caretaker is my way of showing others how much I love them and don't take them for granted. I expect that others will see this and respond by loving me back. This is sadly not the case in my life.
Inevitably those I seek to make happiest are those who take the most advantage of me. And in my own, blind, desperate need to be loved and accepted by someone, I pour myself out to these people only to find myself emptied by them. And I grow angry and resentful, and when I start to balk, when I remove that care I once showed, when I refuse to give in to demands, then they tend to walk away.
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