#24541 To "single... [with] a very special case of the crazy":

I wonder sometimes if other people think the way we do, and just never speak at all, because even if other people were willing to listen I have to wonder if they hear anything we say. Whatever, most of the time it doesn't matter - and neither does time, for that matter - because if you look at it from an outside non-linear perspective you start getting a sense of just how expansive conversations between people like us can be, and that's intense in the way that these other people would never understand.

But if there's one thing I know, of which I am content to think there are many, it's that I really know nothing at all in the sense of social literacy. If I can't read human interaction, I start thinking that maybe I'm not human; it's a ridiculous notion, it seems, because it runs with the fallacy that it makes me not of humans. Silly, I know, but so are you and I thought maybe you should know that you even though you think you're smart, on occasion or always or sometimes you come off sounding like an idiot.

It's tough out there (and in here) and it's nothing on me or against you, but maybe every once in awhile or twice a day or in your journal, you should sit back and think how lucky you are - you could have been born without half a brain, or two brains situated in the wrong parts of your body or that this spinning globe of anthropocentric daydream we all seem to live in because it's impossible for us to know just what everything else is thinking (if they're thinking at all or if they're even really there) is maybe just an awful sort of nightmare for people like us because the last puzzle piece is someone under the kitchen table - but you and I, we're trying to put the puzzle together on the back porch and neither of us stops to think to look elsewhere because we're so busy telling ourselves how great this puzzle is going to be once we're finished with it.

Twist: we're never going to be finished with it, because this isn't a puzzle you do over tea and scones. No, this IS tea and scones, my friend, and maybe instead of sitting around worrying about how single you are, you should consider just how singular you're not. We are out there, and we are listening.

#24540 You said you have PTSD. I didn't have anything to say back. I'm sorry means nothing and you're right, I don't understand. I don't understand how your mind could betray you like that. How you came home from hell and hell came with you. I won't say cliché sayings or tell you you'll be okay, because I don't want to lie to you. But I'll be here. I'll always be here. And I will help you put yourself back together every time you fall apart. I'll try to chase away the nightmares and be your strength when you need it. And I'm going to ask you to keep fighting. I know I don't have the right to, you're tired and its been a long battle already. But I need you to keep fighting, because PTSD doesn't get to take you. It doesn't get to win.

#24539 I am counting all Eskimo Brothers from Freshman Year, I sadly only been with one girl and she's been with countless guys.

#24538 Girls who play hard to get are clearly boring enough that they feel the need to create another arbitrary trait to add to the list of shallow and mundane things they actually care about.

#24537 I just have to say, it is completely unacceptable that the football team thinks it is OK to be on the field while the Marching Band is performing. Who do you think you are?! The band doesn't go running around the field when you're playing a game, please pay the band the same courtesy.The kicker even hit a band member while performing the half time show, what the heck guys.

#24536 My confession is that I'm the happiest mother fucker alive. Just broke up with my girlfriend for cheating on me. Most guys would be on the verge of an emotional breakdown. But I say FUCK THAT. Because this is how it's supposed to be. I will now take all the time I want to do whatever the hell I want and shape myself to an even better man than I already am, so I can be great for the next lady who comes into my life!

#24535 Congrats Miller, instead of serving "pizza" why not just fry up cheese in a pan and save the effort of making the worlds thinnest crust.
Also why does it smell like dickcheese near the pizza stand. Ugh.

#24534 I'm to the point in this strange existence that I would, at least for now, prefer to belong to no one and everyone at the same time. In plain text, if you need me, I will always be there for you. If you still look at this shit, you know who I am.