tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post6751557414182451312..comments2008-03-15T12:33:33.341-07:00inghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03877741066021169188noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-18363712751363050372008-03-15T12:33:00.000-07:002008-03-15T12:33:00.000-07:00

It's not ego though, it's true, each of is unique. No one experiences life the way you do, so everyone has a worth which is equal to anyone elses, and they have a unique point of view which can never be wholey expressed to anyone else.

PFE Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240183921268449338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-24616657593243702672008-03-13T18:14:00.000-07:002008-03-13T18:14:00.000-07:00

atomicelroy:They do accept me, I'm pretty sure. . . it's just that life has been wierd, and some of that wierdness has put a strain on things. Long story. I'm still walking (well, crawling at the moment), still trying to turn it all around. Life owes me, big time!______________sage:No worries, I didn't think your comment was smart-ass, and well said! I get the feeling that my own parents have

inghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03877741066021169188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-34735950989031521962008-03-11T16:51:00.000-07:002008-03-11T16:51:00.000-07:00

These blog pages are only and can only ever be a small window to the real you. Not saying what people find here wouldn't surprise, but even close members of a persons family only know part of the whole.The ONLY person in your mind is yourself. 24 hours a day.

PFE Musichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240183921268449338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-85015326140174590042008-03-10T18:40:00.000-07:002008-03-10T18:40:00.000-07:00

Ing, I remember reading about your trip home for the holidays and I now somewhat regret my smart-ass comment about the called family meeting (I was implying that it was over your blog). Families are such mix bags--we love 'em and sometimes hate 'em. THey have the power to hurt because we expect so much from them--but maybe that expectation is more than anyone can deliver. Someone said that

sagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-7301619635452255402008-03-10T11:22:00.000-07:002008-03-10T11:22:00.000-07:00

If those who share your DNA can't accept you as you are. Then that's their problem. Be your own perfect self.the universe exists in balance, just ask a physicist or a taoist. all this shit is supposed to be happening right now just as it is, or it would throw the whole carnival ride ass over tea kettle.You're on the right path, just keep walking!

atomicelroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00205562437101722930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-55973802380154861012008-03-09T17:57:00.000-07:002008-03-09T17:57:00.000-07:00

sage:I went home for the holidays this year, and though it was tough, I felt better in the long run and my family was extremely nice to me. I can't quite figure out why it hurts to see them. I guess I just want to be myself, warts and all, but the warts are so ugly. And yet, I am a beautiful person, I just know it. I wish that this part of me, the beautiful part, could be the part people would

inghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03877741066021169188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-5027017770496575292008-03-09T17:43:00.000-07:002008-03-09T17:43:00.000-07:00

Just wait till you're home on for a holiday and they call a family meeting :) I don't talk about family (too much) and never about work...

sagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-61690305917596569632008-03-08T21:21:00.000-08:002008-03-08T21:21:00.000-08:00

avarahn:Well, I guess I mean I felt safe because it never occurred to me that anyone would come looking, let alone read my blog at all (to be frank). I do try to protect my friends, though, and if I don't see pictures of them on their own sites, I ask if it's okay for me to post their pics. Yep, I worry about how I represent others, for sure. But sometimes these days I also worry about how I'm

inghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03877741066021169188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-73427398683655525372008-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:002008-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:00

My immediate family knows about My Mule my brother reads it regularly my sister checks it out on occasion, my folks never really mention it, but they know about it and have visited. Whats odd is friends of mine who have shown it to other friends and well I guess its not so private.I looked up my last google searches and here is what I found, there are a lot of disappointed people searching

josh williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442585673603814615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18414498.post-45188887177182001402008-03-06T09:30:00.000-08:002008-03-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

I’m surprised you used to feel safe and private here in the public domain. I used to remind myself it was the modern equivalent of opening a second floor window and hollering at the street, only now it is actually much more than that. Initially, I was very conscious of protecting identities, and I still use initials as much as possible, but I don’t really care much about myself but more how I

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