The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the
source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a
stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is
as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Albert Einstein
I just received a email from someone that read a comment I left on someone else's blog. Saying that I have to be the sweetest amazing person on here. I just want to say I'm not.
I"m a mix up emotional wreck of a person that has accepted herself along time ago. I have my ups and down's just like everyone else Maybe a little bit more then the normal person. It would be cool to think if I had a split personality or bipolar to explain myself but I don't ( believe me I was tested, my choice)
Then they said that I was a mystery... okay I'll take that but no matter what I accept who I am on a daily bases . I 'm a crazy drunk who can throw out insults with the best of them, I'm a loving mother that will put my child first, I'm a dearest friend who will be there for you but be completely honest with you. I'd be that cruel bully that would laugh at you. but I would laugh at myself as well. I wear socks that don't match. and my floor is covered with comic books and books on norsemen . I belch like a man I can beat most and I would be the first to admit if I farted. I love heals but the best is that I can run in them fast. You hurt me I'll punch you and then be your friend the next day.
I love anima and old movies, I can work on cars but I can't ride a bicycle . I'm the worst speller but I'm not dumb, I just don't care. PETA comericals make me cry, but I love horror movies where people get ripped apart. I'm a romantic but I never want to get married. I love the woods, I'm proud of my unique background, I hate liers but I feel bad for them as well.
I guess I'm a paradox walking contracdiction , but that's me I'm different all the time but I understand it, and in the end that's all that matter's . I'm happy with myself... I have my sad day's and that's okay.... but I"m happy
I'm sorta like this painting of the ocean, Ocean of fire it's called .......
source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a
stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is
as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Albert Einstein
I just received a email from someone that read a comment I left on someone else's blog. Saying that I have to be the sweetest amazing person on here. I just want to say I'm not.
I"m a mix up emotional wreck of a person that has accepted herself along time ago. I have my ups and down's just like everyone else Maybe a little bit more then the normal person. It would be cool to think if I had a split personality or bipolar to explain myself but I don't ( believe me I was tested, my choice)
Then they said that I was a mystery... okay I'll take that but no matter what I accept who I am on a daily bases . I 'm a crazy drunk who can throw out insults with the best of them, I'm a loving mother that will put my child first, I'm a dearest friend who will be there for you but be completely honest with you. I'd be that cruel bully that would laugh at you. but I would laugh at myself as well. I wear socks that don't match. and my floor is covered with comic books and books on norsemen . I belch like a man I can beat most and I would be the first to admit if I farted. I love heals but the best is that I can run in them fast. You hurt me I'll punch you and then be your friend the next day.
I love anima and old movies, I can work on cars but I can't ride a bicycle . I'm the worst speller but I'm not dumb, I just don't care. PETA comericals make me cry, but I love horror movies where people get ripped apart. I'm a romantic but I never want to get married. I love the woods, I'm proud of my unique background, I hate liers but I feel bad for them as well.
I guess I'm a paradox walking contracdiction , but that's me I'm different all the time but I understand it, and in the end that's all that matter's . I'm happy with myself... I have my sad day's and that's okay.... but I"m happy
I'm sorta like this painting of the ocean, Ocean of fire it's called .......
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isabrokensoul:
Self realization is a wonderful thing. You realize what shit your willing to except in other people and you know what shit you will not put up with. It is good to know who we are as a whole so that we can inform those who feel they know now to chnage us for the "better". Brutal honest is so much fun when it comes to those who are self absorbed. I love your honesty.
pawko4b:
Have a lovely second day at work my friend *hug* 