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smartest_thing_ever_said_to_me
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yummychuckle
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"fuck other peoples opinions." says Logan.
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010716
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dB
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Don't try to be something better. Be what you are.
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010716
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johnny west
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"Stick your peter in here."
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010716
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milky
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"Dont wear underwear in sundays"
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010716
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black-dyed gel product
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"I said DON'T eat the bay leaf!!"
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010716
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Dafremen
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If I really gave a sh*t it wouldn't be that way now would it?
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010717
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kx21
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P_Being... Don't shit everwhere... But Shit at the right moment!!!
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010717
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chaos
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be more.
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010718
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DannyH
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the trick is to be both
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010718
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Aimee
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Hey - you've got weasels on your face
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010718
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phil
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Quiz Time- a) "Why do you always have to be such a smart ass?" b) "Think of sex as jsut practice" c) "Stop eating until everyone is done" d) One of the above
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010719
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The Truth
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hmmm... I pick "D. One of the above."
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010719
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Sol
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blue tack and sellotapeā¢ can fix anything, eh, no hold on, that was me sorry, false alarm Why? (that has to be one of the most intelligent things you can say, but only in extremem situations.)
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010719
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claudia
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"'live like there is no tomorrow'? fuck that. cause i've got news for you. there definitely IS a tomorrow. and when it finds you, it makes itself known in a big way."
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010720
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demitria monde thraam
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"There are three sorts of social people. The ones with the least intelligence spend most of their conversational time talking about other people. The ones with average intelligence spend most of it talking about people, places and things. The ones who are exceptionally intelligent can talk about people, places and things, but spend just as much time talking about ideas." My mother told me that when I was young, and though probably not THE smartest thing ever said to me, definitely ranks as one of them.
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kingsuperspecial
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i don't know about that. there are some people around here that talk about ideas ad nauseum and they don't seem to bright to me. on a more interesting note; did you hear who brad pitt is dating?
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010721
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florescent light
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what about the ones, like me, who can talk about ideas, but don't know how to talk about all that other stuff?
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010721
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Gollum
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lubrication, lubrication, lubrication
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010721
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unhinged
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"you are sensitive. you carry around burdens that don't even exist in the other person's mind."
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010901
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Dafremen
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Yea unhinged do0d, but that's almost a no-brainer when the person whose telling you this smart thing is also the person who you just got done asking "Is everything ok?" for the 5th time in a row when nothing's wrong with them. It happens occasionally...ask the missus about MY preoccupation with her happiness. Course that's mainly cuz my happiness at the moment is sort of riding on her contentment.
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010902
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sykoze
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PLEASE... DO NOT put trash in toilets. It is extremely difficult to remove. THANK YOU -US Forest Service
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010902
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Casey
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You can sleep when you're dead
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010902
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mmm
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"don't be racist asshole" -tinylegs
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010902
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Dafremen
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"The way I see it, you can do one of three things: piss or get off the pot." -My Sophomore Football Coach (I didn't play football my Junior year...I didn't play High School my Senior year.)
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010903
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rubydee
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you can't always get what you want but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need...
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030619
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/anon
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but... id naafe... kaallop... sshikkle no hippa... palerdon... kia popper... aer...ony...chees........................................................................ and then my pants fell down!
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030619
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god
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just because something's a good idea, doesn't mean i'm gonna do it.
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030619
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spathic
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if you do something over and over again just to be annoying, even to a friend, that's just rude. so quit it.
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031019
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shower singer
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you're both idiots
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040814
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Lila Pause
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"It's all relative..." (my psychiatrist)
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040814
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spiffy
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you can't trust anyone.
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040815
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lucky
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losely quoted "You can find time for anything if you really want to do it." - Joan Bath, The Renoir
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040815
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arg
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loosely *
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040815
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silentbob
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"Just don't get emotionally attached" wisdom_from_susan
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040815
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lucky
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"It is what you make of it." -Dorma Pattison
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040815
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pete
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"don't eat yellow snow"
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040816
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Doar
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"If all men think alike, there is no thinking being done." some anonymous person.
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040816
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cpgurrl
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uh..."i love you"
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040816
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megan
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"megan, hurt has to be in relationships. it wouldn't be a relationship otherwise. that's what they're built on."
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040816
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sameolme
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"Your world is a reflection of the condition of your mind."
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040817
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dudeinanigloo
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"Don't end up like those party animals next door." - Mom And I don't intend on doing so.
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040817
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lucky
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"Don't be a matyr. You have to take care of yourself too, because nobody else is going to. It's as simple as that." -Joan Bath
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040817
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arg
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martyr
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040817
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Borealis
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"You see things and make them more complicated...and you're okay with that...so stop stressing over it!" (very loosely)
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040818
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Borealis
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"who and what you desire is a reflection on what you believe to be true about yourself."
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040818
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edit
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also very loosely
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040818
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lucky
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"Give some people a little power and it will go straight to their head. But then, they have nothing left in their toes." -Joan Bath
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040818
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pete
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joan bath is the old lady who helps you trick people, right?
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040819
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puredream
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Yes. She went to the hospital this morning.
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040819
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pete
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i hope she is okay
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040819
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lucky
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Yes she is okay. She had a mini stoke, lost her eye sight and had bloody noses, but all is right now... Thank God. As for more quotes from the Renoir... "Can't please everybody in this life." (after it had begun raining) "The grass will be greener tomorrow. There's always something good about everything." - Noreen Skene
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lucky
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"Speak up darling, you'll only get things when you ask." -Connie Goldney "If I wake up, it's a good day." - Marjorie Manderson
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040823
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emmi
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"when people show you who they are, believe them"-- maya angelou "the best way out is always through"--robert frost "never make someone a priority when they only consider you an option"--a friend "the opposite of love is not hate, but fear"--can't remember
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The Blackest of The Black Sheep
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"I got my tounge pierced, isn't that cool?!?!!?" - - some fucking bitch.
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040829
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laced
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"What other people think of you is none of your God-damned business"
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071022
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kung fu
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most people think i am slow, dappy, shy and in cloud coo coo land. maybe, but i really care ? some girls/old women sit and gossip and bitch all day about people that are supposed to be their friands, am i supposed to make judgements about these people or just tarnish them with the same brush ? if i wanted to say anything about people like that i would say that they are extremely unoriginal and pretty ugly from skin to bone marrow.
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071022
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*Amy*
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the longest distance is the one between your brain and your heart
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071022
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what?
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ummm... i'm not understanding that? you can't have a road without a car, you can't have a car without a road?
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071022
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johnny west
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what i said here twenty years ago (almost to the day) was, like too many of the things i said as myself half a lifetime ago, flippant and skin-deep. so here's some context and a partial apologia. i had to give a urine sample when i was a kid. i think it was when they were trying to figure out why i was coughing all the time. it wasn't my tonsils. those were gone already. it wasn't allergies. it wasn't a stubborn sinus infection. no cough syrup did me any good. not even buckley's, which was so awful i was sure it would kill anything it touched after torpedoing down my throat. i had childhood asthma, or whatever they call it now when they think you have asthma and they give you an inhaler that forces air and a powdery taste into your mouth, and then you outgrow your breathing problems after a year or two and the inhaler becomes a relic, a piece of a life you have a hard time believing was ever yours even though you lived it and are now wandering through a different part of it where the decor looks familiar but the carpeting is new, and whatever was done to the kitchen doesn't please you at all. back then they just called it asthma. all it took for them to make the diagnosis was poking me with lancets, setting off a lifelong aversion to needles, giving me a breathing test, and putting me on a two-week diet that forced my mother to cook things for me that weren't spaghetti or chicken tonight or sloppy joes. she made me lamb. she made me salads with homemade dressing. she made me sandwiches that weren't bologna without cheese or peanut_butter_and_jelly with margarine (years of nothing but one of those two things in my lunchbox made me never want to eat either one of them again). she proved to both of us she was a great cook when she wanted to be. it was just that the life she chose for herself had already ground her down so much, the only thing that could inspire her to do anything more than the bare minimum was "doctor's orders". for some reason my stepfather came into the bathroom with me. maybe he thought i needed his help. he held up the little container i was supposed to do my business in. it looked like a test tube. i thought of mad scientists and smoking potions. if i'd been a little older i would have thought of high school science class. he said, "stick your peter in here," and something about the way he said it made me think it was the funniest configuration of words i'd ever heard. my best friend's name was peter, but i'd never heard anyone use his name as slang for "penis". i never dreamed the little sea slug looking thing i held between my fingers could be a peter. i stuck it in there, but i couldn't stop laughing. half of what came out of me missed the container and ended up all over his hands. that's about as close as we ever came to bonding. the only other moment that comes to mind is when we were out on his dinghy trying to catch some fish. i couldn't relax enough to take a leak off the side of the boat. the fish didn't ask for my contribution to their already polluted ecosystem, but you don't think about a thing like that when you're a kid. an adult you've spent the better part of your life being afraid of tells you to point and shoot, and you do what you're told. i could point, but i couldn't make anything happen. "we'll knock the piss out of you," he said. he smiled, fired up the engine, and sent the boat and my body careening all over the place. i laughed, stopped thinking about what i was trying to do, and just did it. and i didn't get any on him. we were bonded by body fluids. there was little else to connect us. now here's something someone said to me that really does deserve repeating: "your feelings are your own, and they're valid, whatever they might be. it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks you should feel or what they would do in the same situation. they're not you." the point here isn't to believe you're always right about everything. you're not. i'm not. but when you're bothered by something or you have an emotional reaction someone else tries to minimize or dismiss, it's okay to own what you feel. and it's okay to dump a jar of mayonnaise on that person's head, because then you'll both have something to feel bad about. empathy. it's a beautiful thing. caveat_emptor: if your feelings drive you to spit in a stranger's face or burn down a library, the above might not apply. but i think in most cases it's a solid sentiment to keep in your pocket.
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Yawn
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I'm_thinking_about_killing_myself
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210721
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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