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Terry Newman

Stuck between this world and the next.

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I'm a writer...not a reader. I'm very obedient... Obedience is to listen closely to others for words of direction. We'd be mad to think that destiny is revealed in our own will or thought.... If I just listen to myself I'd be trapped in a circle. If I'm not spoken to about what's seen or suspected, I won't know my direction. Without listening to friends, strangers and neighbors, I'd be stuck in the maze of what I think I want. Obedience is a way of being communal, but without being in a community, becomes slavery. I quiet my ears and close my eyes to directed images of radio and television. I believe they mask the noises I'm supposed to hear around me and follow. I see the deep will that guides me in noises and sounds around me, in words of people around me, words and gestures of strangers on buses, these voices speak to me. Through them and them only, I hear a greater will.

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9月18日

Dialogue from Jay and I Meeting on POF

From Me to Jay:

 I like the doll, how did you come across it? I've seen some similar before.

 From Jay to Me:

 I was at the Museum of Civilization in Ottawa over the holidays, and there was this "kiddy" exhibit, and in the middle of it, for no reason, was this creepy little black doll. It amused me to no end, so I insisted on pictures. So, what about you? What's your story?

 From Me to Jay:

 It reminds me of some African ones I've seen and also some I have seen made of socks. Me, or my prop, my hat? ..haaa My hat is unfortunately not from a Milan Kundera novel. My story, hmmm occupation -financial which is quite the 180 when you're actually creative. I write. Pitching 2 book ideas in September. I dabble in photography, I co-own/design on a local website recently started which I'm trying to come up with the best way to make 'user maintained' to make it used often by the users and therefore highly successful.... Am I boring you yet? -t

 From Jay to Me:

 No, your hat is not from a Milan Kundera novel, but you seem to be. No, you're not boring me yet. :) What's with the "financial" job, though? What does that mean? And if you're so creative (which you clearly are), do you like your job? I'm also curious about the website - what's that about? Sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions...I find your profile intriguing. Are you from Halifax?

 From Me to Jay:

 I work for CIBC. I like selling and I'm very good at it. It's a different type of creative, it's the art of persuasion. Banking has a lot of 'order' to it, whereas art has a lot of chaos. The site is newhalifax.ca A friend and myself decided Halifax ahd a lot going for it and we wanted to highlight it, over the next few weeks it's going to be revamped as we've decided we need to get users more involved. To do so I'm bringing in some more amateur writers and photographers, bascially anyone who has some spunk and wants to contribute. My idea is to make it as much user involved as possible which will maximize hits. Here's one of my articles http://www.newhalifax.ca/index.php/2007/10/19/take-me-out-everything-that-isnt-picking-up-at-a-bar-or-watching-tv-on-the-couch/ I'm from Cape Breton originally.... Your turn....... :)

From Jay to Me:

 Hah. I'm just picturing you at CIBC, talking to one of your clients. "Yes, sir, thank you for opening an account with us, sir. And also, I want to live the life of a Whore - one who gives too freely." Hah - that image amuses me. :) My turn? Hmm....well, I have a background in theatre (did my undergrad in theatre), acted in a bunch of plays, wrote and produced a play or two, and then graduated and realized I hadn't the slightest interest in making a living at that. So, after a year or two of telemarketing and selling my soul, I went back to school and did a Master's in English lit. I fell completely in love with teaching, and after graduating, I got a job at one of the universities here. So I just moved here in August...and that's basically my story. Art criticism is actually something I've been trying to get better at. I criticize literature, obviously, and I've moved on to film, but visual art has always been a sort of blind spot of mine....I'm in the midst of learning, though! I'm going to go look up your site and your article, now... Your turn, once again. If you still want to play.

 From Me to Jay:

 Haaa, yeah I love that whore line too for some reason it always gets attention. Art criticism is loads of fun, especially laughing at the kitschy stuff and talking about what you like about the ones you actually enjoy. You have to try it sometime. :) Theatre is grand. It's also a hard thing to make a living at. With the creative passions, work doesn't flow fluidly and is more contract based. And you're usually not truly appreciated until you're dead. Ha. So What do you like about teaching besides obviously knowing all the answers? :) I used to like taking information I was given in class and finding ways of simplifying it or relating it so it could be better understood. If I was not given the reason why I was learning something, the entire purpose for it...teaching me would be like teaching a mule. So did you come from Montreal? Where is this Ewok village? I can't believe I've never happened upon it.... Your roll........

 From Jay to Me:

 Hi there (you know, it just occurred to me, I don't know your name, and I refuse to call you Kismetrickarma, as awesome a net name as that is), Yeah, I come from Montreal. You've been there, I assume? You must have been, if you like art, or French culture, which is infinitely more exciting and sexy and varied than English culture. It's funny that you mention knowing all the answers - I've actually been afraid, since my first day of teaching, that the students are going to ask precisely the wrong question, and they'll all at once find out I'm a fraud. :) What do I like about teaching...I love seeing people engage with something, I love the sparks and passion and high-energy exchange that takes place in a classroom when it's really, really working. I love seeing people change how they think, or how they perceive the world, for the better. If I can get people to think more critically, and to feel more strongly, about everything they see around them, then I'll have succeeded at my goals as a teacher. Does that make sense? By the way...do you feel like continuing this conversation in person? As much as I enjoy writing, I'm not someone who will often defend the internet as a bastion of authentic and free-flowing communication. :) Your roll.

 From Me to Jay:

 I know Montreal. I was just back there for a visit in November. Now I walk around town proudly with my St. Viatuer bagel cotton bag from my trip. :) I know the Quebec culture well from attending universite Laval when I won a french bursary back in 97'. Yes, I know that feeling. Like a room full of mini-epiphanies going off. I love having those types of discussions with my friends when I talk about art, or my other passions. I've trained people before as well, so I can relate to the hoping they don't ask the one question I can't answer. It's an interesting struggle- the throwing out of seeds and seeing how they culture or do not. And how people deal with their own learning abilities, by being able to ask for help or not, etc. I must say you are correct in it being something best discussed in person. Let me know if you are free one day next weekend. I would like to steal you away from your grading to show you some kitschy art and maybe even see how you fair with some Seuss... My name is Terry. So stranger... Jay or Jason maybe? Pass Go... collect $200.....Your roll

 From Jay to Me:

 You sunk my battleship Hi Terry, Aww. I miss my St-Viateur bagels....Halifax bagels suck. Yes, please, please, please steal me away from my grading. It's getting to be like an albatross. My schedule is very flexible, so, pick a time/day/place next weekend, and I'm sure I can make myself free for some chatting/art appreciation/ food/ drink/whatnot and what-have-you. And, as for Seuss, all I know is that with my head full of brains and my shoes full of feet, I'm too smart to go down any not-so-good street. :) Let me know! Jason (yep, you guessed right)

 From Me to Jay:

 Haaa, yes The Seuss is strong in you :) As for bagels there are no others! Why do bagels HERE have tops for covers? Tops and bottoms! Bottoms and tops! These are things that REAL bagels have not!! In this city of trees with its' centre a star, You will not have to journey very far. You will not have to journey to all of its' ends'. Listen to me. A stranger and friend. If you have not yet found them by this time, I will let you in on this secret of mine. If it is a true bagel A true bagel you do seek- You can find St. Viateurs a la Petes' Froutique. (thank goodness right) :) I say we begin Saturday after the noon. When both in the sky are the sun and its' moon. At JW Doulls about a half-past-three- Upstairs near the penguins is where you'll find me. In the library with the candlestick Go!

From Jay to Me:

 Saturday at half past three, Our meeting then is meant to be, With books in nooks And books on hooks, And books wherever Terry looks! With Pete's Froutique, you've missed the rail. The bagels there are always stale! They're shipped by plane, They're shipped by train, They're shipped by donkeys in the rain. They're shipped for miles without care, Those guys will ship them anywhere! Stale bagels, I just will not eat. The offer, though, was very sweet. :) I hope the weather does improve, It makes it difficult to move. With snow and ice and hail and sleet, With cats and dogs with pickled feet, And elephants with golden trunks, And daffodils chewed on by monks, With weather changing every day, What comes tomorrow? No one can say! See you this weekend! Jason

 From Me to Jay:

 Saturday at half-past-three Your tone of Seuss I wait to see! Then pulling screens of Art 'round four. And if you can be stolen more.... A conversation of events A speaking of thoughts spent, Inside a Shoey place under a lite brite tree- Seuss, Art, the Professor and Me. See you then! :)

 From Jay to Me:

 There's a pickle in my nickle, There's an issue with the tissue Of the texture in my lecture, That I'm trying to prepare. There's nothing wrong with spending long And fretful hours in the towers Of not shirking all my working, It's the proper thing to do. For the students' jurisprudence States that teachers should be reachers Towards perfection during the section Of the day they plan to teach. And yet, rather than to gather All my thoughts around my lots Of dusty tomes of Sherlock Holmes... I've been thinking just of you. There's a problem when I rob them Of the stuff they feel's enough To make their schooling not so gruelling... Yet I only think of you. There's a pickle in my nickle, There's a shirking of my working, There is laughter coming after.... 'Cause I'm thinking just of you. :) See you tonight!

 

McNabs Island Adventure Video

 
 

9月11日

Life...A long awaited update

 

 It's September, sunny, but sweater weather. I'm sitting at a cafe in Vancouver, the city that doesn't see snow. I've moved here with my love Jason. We live in a rather small but expensive, high rise apartment with a balcony in the city's West End.
 
 The West End is the citys' downtown district. The place to be. If you walk down Robson you will see all the high street stores and fashionistas, people who have shoes for every outfit or mood. They walk along the glass buildings to see their reflections.
 
 Parallel to Robson, on the other side of our residential area which sits in the middle of both of these busy streets, runs Davie street.
I like it for many reasons, it has cheap ethnic food in every persuasion, from Vietnamese to Mongolian, to Indian and back to Japanese again.
The people here are real. Davie street is a 'gay friendly' area, as can be seen by it's rainbow banners hung from every street pole.
There is no doubt a visually apparent difference in rent for the businesses on both of these streets. Davie looks more like a little China Town, with it's stores being like nooks and crannies, ranging from magic dollar stores, coffee shops, and the best kept secret food stops with canopies overhanging neon signs of varying colors and font scripts.

Robson,  is a capitalistic paradise with clean glass windows that make you feel dirty upon looking into them and realizing what you cannot afford. But still trumpeting its' merchandise as if all should have need for it.
 
I'm here, and Jason is at UBC, while I look for work online. Still, I'm not alone.
It's been three days since I discovered using crude drug store apparatus that I now have a life inside of me, the difference between a plus and a minus.
One thin, blue line.
 


12月24日

a dream hits me

 
 
 
and now i understand my dream
the hot shower beats off my back
as i cross my arms to hold myself

the fish.
the river.
an inch of water- an inch of experience (deepness)
the net a timid form of capture.

the fish i pulled up and held to the sky was beautiful ancient (wise) as i felt you were to me
a marvel.
but i as i placed the fish back under water what swam out was a not so exceptional fish
a murky dark creature out of the mud.
and i was left with only the skin of what i thought i had in my net.

that fish was nothing magnificent
only my ideas of it were.
 
 

12月2日

A Letter to Love About Time

 

 
Moments go by,
but time is simply an illusion that since its' creation has caused undue stress and havoc in keeping with its' demanding orderliness.......
This is something the human mind was never meant to do....
 
Time over-recognized causes madness,
By putting numbers to a period of separation; days, weeks, or months gives Time power it does not deserve!
 
Time unrecognized can be wasted,
If it has been taken for granted it can simply slip away without you knowing it was lost.
 
Time is to be treasured always and at every moment;
Without any marking of its' length or making worry of it,
But Instead by enjoying it as it is meant to be:
 
Continuing...Limitless...Endless....

Time will not be a thief on my watch,
For my heart is the only watch I'll make myself a slave to;
And inside its' beats tick Eternal sunrise-
Always 8am 


10月17日

i sit

 
i sit, all wrapped up in myself again-
tied with a little red bow.
i'm wait-ing for you to pull my string-
and let all my in-sides show.

i sit for you here on the table-
wanting for you to reveal.
i sit and i know i am ab-le-
to open myself but choose to be;

waiting for you to open my cover
waiting for you to hear my song.
waiting for you to read my story
wait-ing here for-you so-long.....

i sit here wait-ing, i am ab-le-
i sit here closed, but not sealed.
i sit here i am waiting.......
 

 
 
10月8日

mills brothers promotional

 
Sitting back in my apartment now I've finally slowed down for the first time since my return.
 
Saturday I arrived early at Mills Brothers, our most expensive high street store as E would call them, anxious to see what dress I'd wear.
 
I arrived early and noticed in the window a beautiful long red dress, coture top to the bodice, I asked Jeremy the window display artist if I could wear that one. He checked it and it was my size! A Badgley Mischka 899.00 on the tag. I thought to myself this dress costs more then my trip to London.
 
And along with it, the most beautful red masquerade mask with a large red feather.
 
Three other girls and myself stood in the window as children, old folks and people our own age walked by.
 
We would stay still then change pose when the coast was clear.
 
For fun I would follow people with my eyes, wave to old men and women smiling on the double decker buses, and wink at small children who were delighted by that.
 
It was amazing.
 
Nadia came by to take some pictures then rescue me from the standing up to be whisked away to their romantic wedding in the valley.
 
I was so honored.
 
 
 
 
 

8月27日

misconstrued nothing

 
 
Misconstrue \Mis*con"strue\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Misconstrued;
p. pr. & vb. n. Misconstruing.]
To construe wrongly; to interpret erroneously.

Do not, great sir, misconstrue his intent. --Dryden.

Much afflicted to find his actions misconstrued.
--Addison.
 
Set up for failure.
I refuse to believe so.
 
My interpretations of events off the mark or not, have always made life rather difficult for me.
In situations where someone says one thing and I hear another, 
or something underlying;
as if the original statement made by them was comparable to the buzzing of the lights in the background noise.
 


 
Nothing
i like to...... 
get down to ..... nothing.

have nothing........
..........................feel nothing.

for some reason............
it''s always felt better that way.

unable to keep things
unable to stay still;
accumulation depreciates me.

i have no permanent place for these things.
they lay around..................
............................waiting for me to pick them up,
wanting to be put away............................
..........................trying to find their place in me, so that i am easily within reach.

these few things i have,
they are my attempt at possibly nothing......
but i think,
maybe............
something.
 




 
 
 





7月21日

sometimes things are amazing

 
 
A water main broke in front of work today or early last night,
everyone was on stand by to come in to work
and we were calling th emergency hotline to see when we should go in for our shifts.
 
I received a call to fly up to the Toronto CIBC centre to help them out since our centre will be closed on Saturday.
This had me elated, today was Sandras birthday and she is in Toronto.
 
Within an hours noitce I cab to the airport to catch my Halifax to Montreal flight and then my Montreal to Toronto.
 
During my Montreal flight I was seated with two little boyish looking girls, one I later found out to be 11 and the other 4.
 
Seated closest to me was the very intelligent 4 year old Katerina who shirked adorably when I said "what a lovely name."
 
Andrea  was very much the bigger sister telling me how they had flown to Poland before and now they were on their way to Calgary.
 
During the flight they shared their cookies with me and gum.
 
When departing the plane and walking through the barding area someone asked me if they were mine,
I smiled and said no, but in my head thought I would only be so lucky.
 
Especially dear Katerina so inquisitve and with a light about her that draws one in.
 
It was a moment I could say I looked at a child and said I woul want one, and one not even my own.
 
I asked her if I could take her picture at the end of the boarding tunnel, feeling as it may seem a little awkward for her dad I took it kind of quicky but even in the small amount of movement you could see this child had a presence about her.
 
I will upload the photo to share when I return..
 
 
 
 



7月2日

and i realized

 
As Tanya, Tess and I waited for the bathrooms to free at the bottom of the staris at Mosaic
 a girl and her friend talked about getting free drunks off a guy who says he's rich and the owner.
 
Some people like those types of girls, and those girls make themselves availble to those guys
and theyre all so superficial my head spins
 
I let my friends buy me drinks only, why would I ever let someone think I owed them something
 
She looks as us as the words come out of her mouth, "I think he's rich and the owner so who cares, " catches us in the corner of her eye,
and says free drinks at our table girls."
 
"No thanks" I say.
 
This is a nice place I think to myself, but it could use some classy people.
 
 

light

 
sitting on the hill with a star in its' centre
 watching the fireworks
thinking of where the excitement came from in the first place
to see light in the sky
 goes back to something
miracles are made of

from newmie

 
new newmie quotes;
 
 
I have no fear that I will not be loved; only in that I will not know how to return it.
 
progression comes quickly after failure...give me failure first, but not last
6月25日

re birth of painting

 
It's been a loonnnngg time since I've painted...
today i made good on my promise to myself and bought me a set of 36 acrylic paints, a palette and some brushes.
 
my first painting attempt, to replicate a photo,
 
I found I liked it, then I thought I colored too much.
But then I liked it again and then I made a mistake, but I found I could color over it and the mistake wasn't permanent, so much like life, nothing is a permanent mistake on your canvas, you can color over it, make it even better then you thought, some of the darker shades, your hardships mixing to leave a greater impression.
 
i
 























on top of your world

 
and I've been told that sometimes when they admire you and cannot reach your level
all they can do is try to bring you down to that of their own;
feeding off your beauty and energy, they win for that short moment
when they make you accessible
and they're on top of the world
that actually belongs to you
 
5月31日

quench

 
 
   i need new spaces, new places, new faces.....
          to quench this thirst of mind-
 
                          i look 'round this city
                                     and dead end streets are all i find.
 
                                                 
 
                                               
 
                                            
 
 
 
 

the key to life

 
 
the key to life is to capture it without holding it;
 
enrapture it with the thought of your being
 
without chains of restraint
 
without force....
 
a decision of its' own to sit and watch
 
to be enthralled leading to its' capture
 
by the endurance of your presence
 
 
 
 
 
 

a sense of fear

 
inside me there is a sadness
i've stayed up now and have become overtired
a form of coping
trying to build something of myself when I have no faith in my self to succeed
i always fail
the fear gets me
takes over the mind
like now, when my mind convinces itself its' not tired
in the same way it tells itself its' not worthy of many things
 
there are moments when i feel divinely inspired
and others when i find myself completely useless
how will i convince myself i fall somewhere in between?
 
will the air wrap its' arms around me and tell me about all that makes me unique among women?
will it give me a sense of purpose in this world that tries so hard to not have one?
will the same air turn to wind, picking up quickly, steering a course which pushes me along?
or will I walk against it barely able to breathe?
 

 
 

5月26日

Our darkest hour

 
You know there's something wrong here
In this world that uses faith as fear.
Hidden behind politics a reckless pursuit for power
Headed towards our darkest hour.
 
 
 
 
 
5月23日

Poke Me

 
"Poke Me"
Daylife
Wednesday, 23 May 2007

 - the newms

 

What is eating away at the business of many on-line dating sites right now boils down to is an ingenious little thing called a 'poke'.

 

Afterall, you can poke someone by accident right?

You know, if your mouse slips or clicks the wrong way, you don't necessarily have to be hitting on that someone.

 

The demon that dating sites have to deal with is stigma.

No, not that movie with Patricia Arquette,

Stigma.

 

That feeling that keeps you from sending an email on a dating site in the first place.

The Fear of rejection.

 

Apparently it's bigger on the male side then female side or so I'm told.

But I suppose for any sex there's nothing worse then getting that shot-down reply.

 

So is the poke the answer to this?

Well, maybe.

 

Facebook has increased dramatically in numbers over past few months.

 

It started as a place where you would see your friends that were currently in college with you and now it has expanded to include mock celebrity profiles such as Bill Cosby and Ham Sammich to name a few....

If you look even harder you'll find your first crush and even the girl you picked up last weekend. 

 

So what's happening with dating sites in response to this monster network site that allows people to meet each other more naturally?

 

Some are getting creative, Plenty of Fish for example now allows you to send Roses, aiming to match the gift options in Facebook, and has compatibility tests built in, etc.

A good showing I suppose for a free site, but I bet there most be a decrease in pay sites such as Lava Life and others, not just locally, but globally too.

 

The engineering of the poke 

So 'poking' someone causes a 'poke' to appear on their homepage to Facebook upon signing in.

They can then choose to 'poke back' or 'hide poke', (generally speaking, to ignore).

So without any shameful embarrassment, you can feel free to 'poke' anyone  and not live in fear of the return 'go away' message.

Until they come up with a 'slap him for poking you' option.

Until then the worse that could happen is someone would actually take minutes out of their life to choose an email subject heading and write you asking you why you'd 'poke' them in the frst place, but....

People are generally too lazy to write an entire email to decline you, attention spans just aren't built that long anymore so I wouldn't worry about it too much.

So if you're worried about an efforted rejection, I'd say it's not likely, poke away.


5月21日

end story

 
Lives////Stories////Chapters///Riddles///Purpose
 
Some were bred into them-
 
They were the kids that went to school knowing what they wanted to be, assisted or convinced by their parentsfor whatever reason what their life should look like.
 
Some acquire them easily-
 
They take everything and everyone for granted, and once they realize the easy way does not give character, they find themselves with everything, but lacking something fundamental, 'lifes' essential glue.'
 
Some then use escapism-
 
They're here but they're not here, they're drunk, they're high, whatever.
Their minds are cloudy, nothing has substance because they choose a world of illusion.
 
Others you'd say...... are destined to fail-
 
They were not given any means or knowledge to succeed,
They do not own any 'masks' in this life.
Everything they have accomplished they have done with their heart and mind,
 
And their ambitions are unlike any you have ever seen.
 
 
 
 
 
 
5月17日

hold me together

 
this is one of the blogs you resist writing just because of how it might sound,
but you write it anyway because it is good to know you are human
 
you sit at your desk at work
everyone's here for a reason
money yes, but there's always a reason why they come here to make this money
for their loved ones and children
or even parents they might take care of
they have beliefs, not that you don't, but they share them with communities
holidays mean something to them
when to you its another day you don't want someone to invite you over
 
i work to work
i work to forget
i work to feel good at what i do
even though it all means nothing
 
i work holidays or spend them alone
refusing to be with my friends
i like work
its a distraction
much like alcohol or what drugs are for some people
 
at work
i get an idea in my head and i work towards it
but i do it just for the idea
for no one else
maybe not even for me
 
yes, its one of those days i wake up wondering what i'm living for
 
don't get me wrong i'm not taking all i have for granted
but really, what do i have?
 
even though others may seem like they bring a lot of drama into their lives and relationships
and i distance myself from such things
why am i envious?
in a small sort of way
even though knowing full well i could never be satisfied
unless a man appealed to my heart and mind
and who is to say if i  had found him and he loved me that i'd be satisfied even then?
 
if i was to picture it
ill close my eyes and try-
a rainy day in bed
a 'you' and my camera
being simply foolish
reading to you naked
laughing out loud
great conversation over wine
the cat not catching my tongue
hopping on a plane for fun
 
 
i want to run away constantly
even though i make like i've solved all my riddles
and some good friends consider me a pillar
when i see myself i am dust
what will hold me together?
not lust.
where are you?
 
 
 
 

5月15日

a conversation

 

Highlandheart says:

one should not regret risking for love

Highlandheart says:

the danger is can one recover themselves

Highlandheart says:

when it is gone awry

newmie says:

sure

newmie says:

they can

newmie says:

with hope of the same thing again

Highlandheart says:

i have know some destroyed by love

Highlandheart says:

my friend Tom, once vibrant and popular, now a virtual recluse, still in love with a woman that rejects then accepts him, then rejects

Highlandheart says:

she wore down his mettle

newmie says:

well he doesnt move on

Highlandheart says:

he can't

Highlandheart says:

he is broken

Highlandheart says:

a shell of himself

newmie says:

thats not true

newmie says:

u can

newmie says:

u choose to

Highlandheart says:

what is true>

Highlandheart says:

then

newmie says:

its lazy to blame someone else for being broken

newmie says:

and not leaving

newmie says:

his unhappiness can only be solved by him

newmie says:

he can stop it

Highlandheart says:

so the responsibility is his?

Highlandheart says:

does he have the power to overcome this?

newmie says:

yes

newmie says:

of course

newmie says:

whos else is it

newmie says:

his own

newmie says:

free will

Highlandheart says:

i agree

Highlandheart says:

i need to meet with him again

Highlandheart says:

he begged me to leave Crystal

Highlandheart says:

said i would end up like him

Highlandheart says:

we are both "searchers", risk all in a relationship

newmie says:

well

newmie says:

he cant blame the girl

newmie says:

only himself

newmie says:

he can leave

newmie says:

at any moment

newmie says:

i dont like whiners

newmie says:

haaa

newmie says:

theyre apathetic

newmie says:

and act just and worthy

Highlandheart says:

i like the way you put that

newmie says:

excuses make me sick

newmie says:

haaa

Highlandheart says:

expand on that: apathetic?

newmie says:

well

newmie says:

hes too lazy to leave

newmie says:

and wants to blame her or women

newmie says:

he can leave

Highlandheart says:

yes

newmie says:

he always could

newmie says:

stop whining

newmie says:

theyll both move on

newmie says:

besides shouldnt complain just leave

newmie says:

not good character

Highlandheart says:

that is true

Highlandheart says:

the relationship is dead now

newmie says:

he knows hes not happy and him not taking action deters both of their growth

Highlandheart says:

they do not seem to be in much contact

Highlandheart says:

for him though it is still very much alive

newmie says:

id go so far as to call him a coward for talking behind her back

newmie says:

and now he fears new love

newmie says:

tsk

Highlandheart says:

oh yes he does fear new love

Highlandheart says:

just tries to meet a lot younger women

newmie says:

he doesnt want to be ahppy

Highlandheart says:

that wont challenge him

newmie says:

simply put

 

unable

 
 
 
Love held tight
it would not be right-
Only to fall, fill with regret and find spite,
from holding too long.....
How long is love to be held?

I say forever without holding!

Not for the sane,
the passion of the forbidden game.
The unspoken weight of the what the heart wants and cannot say.

It wants to re write the rules of man.
this heart thinks it knows better then them;
That true love can know no boundaries
be it person or pond-
age or faith-
sex or race.

But time says when it ends!
and love cannot be marked or planned.
you cannot call its length out-
but  head a mere attempt to write the story you play out.

for if your current union breaks,
and time comes to pass
What then will you be known as?

The half that did not function without the other?
Less then a child just bore of mother
or the person who was whole in Themself?
There is no other form of wealth.

One who became more beautiful in that small period of time
in unison with another briefly, in light, in rhyme.
don't regret if that is the case!
it had good reason to occur.
For there is reason in all that stirs.

And if your heart tells you to come to someone when they call
Do not regret your tries to be their all.
The one who tried to show them love at all costs and hours
They will remember it as they stare down from their cold dark towers.

They know it is cold.
And maybe someday the thought of your heart just might,
warm them on their darkest night.
And perhaps someday they'll know how you saw their faults and with ease still smiled.
Seeing them with the eyes of a child.

You would have done anything....
playing the part of a mistress for their attention-
but do not regret this dissention.




5月13日

Characteristics

 Congnitive Characteristics

Susceptibility to distraction
Difficulty in expressing emotions
Resistance to or failure to respond to talk therapy
Mental shutdown response to conflicting demands and multi-tasking
Generalized confusion during periods of stress
Low understanding of the reciprocal rules of conversation: interrupting, dominating, minimum participation, difficult in shifting topics, problem with initiating or terminating conversation, subject perseveration
Insensitivity to the non-verbal cues of others (stance, posture, facial expressions)
Perseveration best characterized by the term “bulldog tenacity”
Literal interpretation of instructions (failure to read between the lines)
Interpreting words and phrases literally (problem with colloquialisms, cliches, neologism, turns of phrase, common humorous expressions)
Preference for visually oriented instruction and training
Dependence on step-by-step learning procedures (disorientation occurs when a step is assumed, deleted, or otherwise overlooked in instruction)
Difficulty in generalizing
Preference for repetitive, often simple routines
Difficulty in understanding rules for games of social entertainment
Missing or misconstruing others’ agendas, priorities, preferences
Impulsiveness
Compelling need to finish one task completely before starting another
Rigid adherence to rules and routines
Difficulty in interpreting meaning to others’ activities; difficulty in drawing relationships between an activity or event and ideas
Exquisite attention to detail, principally visual, or details which can be visualized (”Thinking in Pictures”) or cognitive details (often those learned by rote)
Concrete thinking
Distractibility due to focus on external or internal sensations, thoughts, and/or sensory input (appearing to be in a world of one’s own or day-dreaming)
Difficulty in assessing relative importance of details (an aspect o the trees/forest problem)
Poor judgment of when a task is finished (often attributable to perfectionism or an apparent unwillingness to follow differential standards for quality)
Difficulty in imagining others’ thoughts in a similar or identical event or circumstance that are different from one’s own (”Theory of Mind” issues)
Difficulty with organizing and sequencing (planning and execution; successful performance of tasks in a logical, functional order)
Difficulty in assessing cause and effect relationships (behaviors and consequences)
An apparent lack of “common sense”
Relaxation techniques and developing recreational “release” interest may require formal instruction
Rage, tantrum, shutdown, self-isolating reactions appearing “out of nowhere”
Substantial hidden self-anger, anger towards others, and resentment
Difficulty in estimating time to complete tasks
Difficulty in learning self-monitoring techniques
Disinclination to produce expected results in an orthodox manner
Psychometric testing shows great deviance between verbal and performance results
Extreme reaction to changes in routine, surroundings, people
Stilted, pedantic conversational style (”The Professor”)

Social Characterisitics


Difficulty in accepting criticism or correction
Difficulty in offering correction or criticism without appearing harsh, pedantic or insensitive
Difficulty in perceiving and applying unwritten social rules or protocols
“Immature” manners
Failure to distinguish between private and public personal care habits: i.e., brushing, public attention to skin problems, nose picking, teeth picking, ear canal cleaning, clothing arrangement
Lack of?trust in others
Shyness
Low or no conversational participation in group meetings or conferences
Constant anxiety about performance and acceptance, despite recognition and commendation
Scrupulous honesty, often expressed in an apparently disarming or inappropriate manner or setting
Bluntness in emotional expression
“Flat affect”
Discomfort manipulating or “playing games” with others
Unmodulated reaction in being manipulated, patronized, or “handled” by others
Low to medium level of paranoia
Low to no apparent sense of humor; bizarre sense of humor (often stemming from a “private” internal thread of humor being inserted in public conversation without preparation or warming others up to the reason for the “punchline”)
Difficulty with reciprocal displays of pleasantries and greetings
Problems expressing empathy or comfort to/with others: sadness, condolence, congratulations, etc.
Pouting,, ruminating, fixating on bad experiences with people or events for an inordinate length of time
Difficulty with adopting a social mask to obscure real feelings, moods, reactions
Using social masks inappropriately (you are “xv” while everyone else is ????)
Abrupt and strong expression of likes and dislikes
Rigid adherence to rules and social conventions where flexibility is desirable
Apparent absence of relaxation, recreational, or “time out” activities
“Serious” all the time
Known for single-mindedness
Flash temper
Tantrums
Excessive talk
Difficulty in forming friendships and intimate relationships; difficulty in distinguishing between acquaintance and friendship
Social isolation and intense concern for privacy
Limited clothing preference; discomfort with formal attire or uniforms
Preference for bland or bare environments in living arrangements
Difficulty judging others’ personal space
Limited by intensely pursued interests
Often perceived as “being in their own world”


Work Characteristics 

Many of the manifestations found in the categories above can immediately translate into work behaviors or preferences. Here are some additional ones:
Difficulty with “teamwork”
Deliberate withholding of peak performance due to belief that one’s best efforts may remain unrecognized, unrewarded, or appropriated by others
Intense pride in expertise or performance, often perceived by others as “flouting behavior”
Sarcasm, negativism, criticism
Difficulty in accepting compliments, often responding with quizzical or self-deprecatory language
Tendency to “lose it” during sensory overload, multitask demands, or when contradictory and confusing priorities have been set
Difficult in starting project
Discomfort with competition, out of scale reactions to losing
Low motivation to perform tasks of no immediate personal interest
Oversight or forgetting of tasks without formal reminders such as lists or schedules
Great concern about order and appearance of personal work area
Slow performance
Perfectionism
Difficult with unstructured time
Reluctance to ask for help or seek comfort
Excessive questions
Low sensitivity to risks in the environment to self and/or others
Difficulty with writing and reports
Reliance on internal speech process to “talk” oneself through a task or procedure
Stress, frustration and anger reaction to interruptions
Difficulty in negotiating either in conflict situations or as a self-advocate
Ver low level of assertiveness
Reluctance to accept positions of authority or supervision
Strong desire to coach or mentor newcomers
Difficulty in handling relationships with authority figures
Often viewed as vulnerable or less able to resist harassment and badgering by others
Punctual and conscientious
Avoids socializing, “hanging out,” or small talk on and off the job

Physical Manifestations


Strong sensory sensitivities: touch and tactile sensations, sounds, lighting and colors, odors, taste
Clumsiness
Balance difficulties
Difficulty in judging distances, height, depth
Difficulty in recognizing others’ faces (prosopagnosia)
Stims (self-stimulatory behavior serving to reduce anxiety, stress, or to express pleasure)
Self-injurious or disfiguring behaviors
Nail-biting
Unusual gait, stance, posture
Gross or fine motor coordination problems
Low apparent sexual interest
Depression
Anxiety
Sleep difficulties
Verbosity
Difficulty expressing anger (excessive or “bottled up”)
Flat or monotone vocal expression; limited range of inflection
Difficulty with initiating or maintaining eye contact
Elevated voice volume during periods of stress and frustration
Strong food preferences and aversions
Unusual and rigidly adhered to eating behaviors
Bad or unusual personal hygiene

 
 


5月9日

randoms

Random writings
 
 
Those who hold to tightly
Lose all that might be
And those who fear to hold-
Lose a love their weight in gold.
 
 
Religion is a peoples' belief that if they pratcice good then they will go to heaven
Heaven, I believe; is practicing good without religion.
Or here on Earth.
 
 
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