I hate those fuckers.

[TotalAnarchy]

Weakness.

You see it all around you.

The self pity of those that feel that they are so hard done by in life.

The rejected giving up, the lost giving up, the bored given up already.

Those who do not want to live, complaining. Moaning. Giving everyone else the shits.

I wanna just say to these people die already!

If you arnt going to use your gifts, get on with life the best you can, then fucking leave it, because its getting kind of crowded on earth, and those sort of people I find dead waste. Because they are already dead and dont know it.

If they can change, thats great. Wonderful. But a great deal just become an emotional black hole to everyone around them. It gets boring. I used to be a little like them. But not the same, I dont think.

I dont hate the people who are bloodied but not bowed. Sad but still working to go on. Its those that have given up that give me the shits. They dont deserve life, because they are throwing it away. Fuckers. Enough said.

[SimpleSimon]

Originally posted by TotalAnarchy
Weakness.

You see it all around you.

The self pity of those that feel that they are so hard done by in life.

The rejected giving up, the lost giving up, the bored given up already.

Those who do not want to live, complaining. Moaning. Giving everyone else the shits.

I wanna just say to these people die already!

If you arnt going to use your gifts, get on with life the best you can, then fucking leave it, because its getting kind of crowded on earth, and those sort of people I find dead waste. Because they are already dead and dont know it.

If they can change, thats great. Wonderful. But a great deal just become an emotional black hole to everyone around them. It gets boring. I used to be a little like them. But not the same, I dont think.

I dont hate the people who are bloodied but not bowed. Sad but still working to go on. Its those that have given up that give me the shits. They dont deserve life, because they are throwing it away. Fuckers. Enough said.

Way to stick by your relgious convictions, cobber!

[TotalAnarchy]

Originally posted by SimpleSimon
Way to stick by your relgious convictions, cobber!

Do I have to stick sarcasm tags on everything I say to make it obvious enough for you to get it? [/sarcasm]

[SimpleSimon]

Do I?

[TotalAnarchy]

No. Thats the point.

[morgana]

<font color="lime">without weakness there would be no definition for strength.</font>

[MAC]

ok, I don't know what the first few posts where about but I sort of agree with TA's sentiment.
I don't know that "weakness" is the right word for the way I look at it.
But for the sake of arguement let me expound with that idea.

In anything you do, there is a degree of "competetion"
technically nothing is truely easy. Even breathing goes against the natural balance of forces. Without the specialised muscles in our diaphram and the energy burned to make them contract, we, as mammals, could not breathe. But our bodys are designed so that with proper nourishment and relatively close atmosphereic pressures we can breathe almost indefinately. Now you want to swim? Or climb a mountain? Or just die? You must over come the physical limits of your breathing which are themselves designed to overcome nature's desire for you to stop breathing.

When I see ppl such as you are describing, TA (and there are alot around here) I wonder how I am supposed to overcome them? I mean, I already isolate myself from them. But then again, I can barely get along with anyone long enough to be friends because the mass of ppl are so useless to themselves and I always feel they are dragging me down with them. It would be much easier if they just died and left me be.
But a note,
Pardon a quote from a michael crichton book/movie but
"wars are won in the will"
Once you make your mind up, there are no options
These ppl who decide they are victims, and that life is pointless, and that they just can't do it, etc, etc....have made that so.
The outside forces of our life don't effect all the things we give it credit for. I don't know how many times they must write books and plays and movies about "redemption" and "overcoming great obsticles" before ppl get the message that your only liability is yourself, the world turns for everyman and stops for none.
When you decide that you cannot love, you cannot
When you decide that it won't work, it won't.

Now, before I go, I'll point out that the otherside of the coin doesn't necessarily work this way, there's more to achieving things than your dedication. But without your effort its certain that nothing you want will be achieved.
This is why so many ppl quit.

They are fools, and I think more of them should quit life leaving the rest of us with more room and fewer inconviences.

true.

[ms. bing]

originally posted by mac
technically nothing is truely easy. Even breathing goes against the natural balance of forces. Without the specialised muscles in our diaphram and the energy burned to make them contract, we, as mammals, could not breathe. But our bodys are designed so that with proper nourishment and relatively close atmosphereic pressures we can breathe almost indefinately. Now you want to swim? Or climb a mountain? Or just die? You must over come the physical limits of your breathing which are themselves designed to overcome nature's desire for you to stop breathing.

my answer?
yoga

[zim]

okie. i'll venture off this 'mortal coil'.

take it easy people.

[Barbie]

Originally posted by Captain Disgruntled
okie. i'll venture off this 'mortal coil'.

take it easy people.

Ironically - I was just listening to them...

http://www.open.hr/~dalbor/tmc/lyrics/siren.html

SONG TO THE SIREN
On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

ps. The song is about, of all things, weakness

[Solstice_Gray]

Weakness, the reason for all strength.