I caved into the peer pressure and decided to make a blog here. But as I have previously stated I think this is a really really super duper not a good place for a blog. In the past posters on here tend to ignore your serious thoughts and life struggles and focus on the inane. Usually if I write something that would generally be construed as making "perfectly good sense" then it is ignored. Then if I write about something I really care about its ignored its only when you make something that the twoplustwo masses deem ridicule worthy that your post is "replied" to in mock condescension and stuff. So Im def not going to write about the good parts or anything but instead write about things based on what I think you think I think I should post.
Some times when I'm talking to people like for example my family I know they know that everything I say is automatically dismissed due to source the source being me since they think Im crazy but Im not the crazy one.
Do you like living in Kansas? I was born and bred in southwest Missouri, but I know Kansas well. My hs debate partner went to KState, and I once won a golf tournament in Manhattan.
I prefer Missouri to Kansas in general, although Kansans might be nicer people as a whole. I like the edge Missourians have. Like we were really evil back before the Civil War and would make border raids and kill y'all.
Do you like living in Kansas? I was born and bred in southwest Missouri, but I know Kansas well. My hs debate partner went to KState, and I once won a golf tournament in Manhattan.
I prefer Missouri to Kansas in general, although Kansans might be nicer people as a whole. I like the edge Missourians have. Like we were really evil back before the Civil War and would make border raids and kill y'all.
Yes I do like living in kansas. I dont like missouri except westport. the rest of missouri is ewwwwwwwwwww.
But when I say i like living in kansas I don't LOVE living in kansas like if I had a mansion in napa valley.
Ok so part of this story is what is actually happened and then another part of this story is a dream I had so I divide it into three parts
What Actually Happen
Long long ago on a fateful day in the 90's they had these hard candies called tastetations made by hersheys and me and my parents and a cousin were in the living room watching a show called sliders. so they all agreed that this was the worstest candy ever. It was called "terrible" and "disgusting".Except by me I really liked it.
So as I was eating my forth or so piece my mom told me to stop pretending I liked it and then I told her that I actually did like it. Over the course of about two hours I ate most of the bag and my parents told me how horrible of a thing it was to do to eat a whole bag of candy that you didn't like and then i told them that I did like it. Occasionally they will reference this event as a time when I ate a whole bag of candy just to prove a point and say "this is like the time you ate all those tastetations."
So basically I have no idea what point I would be trying to prove by eating that I just liked the candy but still to this day all three people in that room insist that I didn't eat it for that reason but instead was trying to prove some weird bryce meta-point. Granted I do insist on making a point sometime but that wasn't one of those times. Sometimes I will point out that seriously I just wanted to eat it since I liked it but literally no one believes EVEN a very simple tale of me enjoying eating a candy because I'm me. Imagine how much it would suck if you couldn't get anyone in your own family to listen to anything you have to say because hey your the crazy one. There are certain people in my family who I will just say the exact opposite of what I think so they will agree with what I actually think. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
my dream
Im in a fictional ruins by a beach. As the waves gently crash along the shores of the beach and wash in the dead bodies the bombed out buildings are full of inhabitants just living their lives doing something no one knows. The buildings that line the beach look like an earthquake had hit and the walls have caved in so you can see inside what was once apartment buildings/hotels and inside those half collapsed apartment buildings people still have posters up and bedsheets made and tvs on even though the rain is falling directly on their bedsheets and TV's since they don't have a roof. And as Im walking along the beach I feel a sharp pain and am smothered;dying.
when I wake up there is this human like monster with small tiny arms and bloated red eyes and scaling half beige half green skin. We are in some kind of basement filled with flags and raw meatand in the background holland 1945 plays from neutral milk hotel. the monster informs me its time to start a new test and I say that I want to leave. then the monster tells me he would of course let me leave if I actually wanted to but I obviously dont want to leave and that this is like the time I ate all those tastetations.
I had a deeply traumatic experience yesterday. I made a blog post where I shared some things about myself and then I waited for responses. I got bored of waiting and watched some movies on netflix then I went shopping and when i came back there was still no responses. SO I waited for 12 hours before in desperation posting a couple frowny faces. Then I waited some more. Still not one response. If there was a hell this is it. Iput out something about myself and not one person cared.at all.
Ok so part of this story is what is actually happened and then another part of this story is a dream I had so I divide it into three parts
What Actually Happen
Long long ago on a fateful day in the 90's they had these hard candies called tastetations made by hersheys and me and my parents and a cousin were in the living room watching a show called sliders. so they all agreed that this was the worstest candy ever. It was called "terrible" and "disgusting".Except by me I really liked it.
So as I was eating my forth or so piece my mom told me to stop pretending I liked it and then I told her that I actually did like it. Over the course of about two hours I ate most of the bag and my parents told me how horrible of a thing it was to do to eat a whole bag of candy that you didn't like and then i told them that I did like it. Occasionally they will reference this event as a time when I ate a whole bag of candy just to prove a point and say "this is like the time you ate all those tastetations."
So basically I have no idea what point I would be trying to prove by eating that I just liked the candy but still to this day all three people in that room insist that I didn't eat it for that reason but instead was trying to prove some weird bryce meta-point. Granted I do insist on making a point sometime but that wasn't one of those times. Sometimes I will point out that seriously I just wanted to eat it since I liked it but literally no one believes EVEN a very simple tale of me enjoying eating a candy because I'm me. Imagine how much it would suck if you couldn't get anyone in your own family to listen to anything you have to say because hey your the crazy one. There are certain people in my family who I will just say the exact opposite of what I think so they will agree with what I actually think. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
my dream
Im in a fictional ruins by a beach. As the waves gently crash along the shores of the beach and wash in the dead bodies the bombed out buildings are full of inhabitants just living their lives doing something no one knows. The buildings that line the beach look like an earthquake had hit and the walls have caved in so you can see inside what was once apartment buildings/hotels and inside those half collapsed apartment buildings people still have posters up and bedsheets made and tvs on even though the rain is falling directly on their bedsheets and TV's since they don't have a roof. And as Im walking along the beach I feel a sharp pain and am smothered;dying.
when I wake up there is this human like monster with small tiny arms and bloated red eyes and scaling half beige half green skin. We are in some kind of basement filled with flags and raw meatand in the background holland 1945 plays from neutral milk hotel. the monster informs me its time to start a new test and I say that I want to leave. then the monster tells me he would of course let me leave if I actually wanted to but I obviously dont want to leave and that this is like the time I ate all those tastetations.
I actually lol'd over that... was wondering where you were going with the second one for a minute.