Baron Samedi ([info]voodoochylde) wrote,
@ 2006-01-07 04:24:00
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allowing myself an emo moment lol
I read this & it made me think about a lotta things. I was thinking what would happen if in the middle of a fight the person your fighting w/ dies on you. What would you do? What could you do?

I think we're all hung up on our own issues to take things at face value. When people tell us that they care about us & that they love us I think we should get down on our knees & thank whatever god or deity we believe in for it.

Anna used to tell me that she loves me & I used to get hella embarassed cuz she said those things so I told her to stop telling me those things cuz it made me feel uncomfortable. Last month during the xmas season people got all pissy over holiday sentiments. Can't say merry christmas etc. People forget the thought behind the greeting. Then lately my son says he loves me. I don't care how fucked up my day was or how shitfaced I am but when I hear my little boy tell me that its like I know I'm gonna be ok.

Now I wonder why people react the way they do when other people tell them that they are loved or cared for. I think deep down inside we all secretly want to be loved by everyone & accepted & cared for by everyone. I know thats what I want.

I'll drink to that.
*raises beer bottle*



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[info]redsgoddes
2006-01-09 12:30 am UTC (link)
"Now I wonder why people react the way they do when other people tell them that they are loved or cared for. I think deep down inside we all secretly want to be loved by everyone & accepted & cared for by everyone. I know thats what I want."

Life experiences I guess. Depends on what you've been through and how it's shaped your view of love.

I savor it when Anna tells me she loves me. I am able to tell her honestly right back I love her too. Same with Mark and some other friends.

When some relatives tell me, however, I feel funny. I think it's because growing up, we were never a close knit bunch. Mom and Dad didn't tuck us in. Didn't read stories to us, didn't tell us they loved us. In later years, my sisters moved away and when they did, they'd call home all the time and tell my mom they loved her. And it was the first time I ever heard her say it to them. Me, I guess she got what she gave. She and my dad never volunteered it to me, so I didn't know how to volunteer it to them. So any sudden mushy stuff done in my adult years made me feel funny. Made me back away.

I guess that shaped the way I am in relationships too. And why I don't give my trust or love very easily.

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[info]wander
2006-01-09 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Draven,

Please call me at 1-800-447-0682 ext 3262 and tell me what's going on. Or email me at dierker@frontiernet.net

Mark Dierker - Wander

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