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How many of you feel like idiots most of the time?

Does it ever amaze you how people buy into the crap you dish out

accept it as true

think you are what you are not

give you more credit than you are ever due

and never ask

ignore all clues

How many of you feel like you are a sham

Just another fishhead floating in the fishhead stew

Just curious.

I feel like I make no sense as a human being. And this post probably goes a long way in proving it.

You said the word idiot and I could not resist.

I don't have a clue.
But

I just heard the call for an idiot and I felt strangely compelled to reply.

Aint that the truth. It would take another life time to pay off my credit cards. For some strange reason I have given all my money away. Mostly to my sister and nephew. As if I could make amends for Crazy Mike.

love peace and friendship
jt

Thanks st, you're a good sport. And it takes an idiot to know an idiot eh?

I was just wondering, in this goofy little post of mine, in my round about foolish way, how many of you, despite all appearances to the contrary, feel idiotic, unsure, doubtful, confused, stressed, strained, frenzied, harried, I'm gonna explode in a minute, etc, etc, etc, and yet on the surface no one has a bloody clue.

It just appears to me that we humans can hold so much inside, never give an inkling that anything atall is amiss and everyone we know is none the wiser. We are expert at it.

I mean, apparently I appear to be one cool Miss Cucumber, relatively unruffleable and yet inside I am hardly so.

We are fakers and sham artists and I suppose it serves our purposes; but sometimes I think I'd like people to know that it's really just a whole lot of bravado and bluster...inside I'm really a spineless little worm, well, maybe not a spineless worm, but you see what I mean.

Sometimes I think it would be sighably sweet just to be able to let the guard down, drop your drawers so to speak, but something inside me just won't allow it. Perhaps it makes me appear too damned vulnerable and hells bells I can't allow that.

I really do feel like an idiot most of the time, it's just that no one knows it and I was wondering if others feel that way too.

That is all I meant but I tend to like to spice up my lingo abit and then of course it all gets lost until it's translated.

I have stepped forward. I am standing on the line you've drawn. I want to cross over but I can't. I want to back up and step behind the line. I wish there were no lines to cross. There aren't really. I made up the line in my head. You didn't draw it. Where the hell did I get that from? I'm an idiot.

geesh

Thank-you Doreen.

There is something strangely comforting in knowing there are other hidden idiots about.

I sensed I was in good company but began to wonder there for abit.

It's good to have company in this strange journey called life.

i was born a bit of a mousey one, mousey1, but i decided to branch out and travel wild unpreviouslytraveledroutes.. (as IF)... only to find myself doing the same goddamn thing other mice had done before, labeling it differently maybe but getting nowhere other than back to the following of the trail mix i'd left for myself though i told myself it was way more than that.. that i was following in the footprints of giants or worshipping a myth of some sort but i ended up realizing i was totally mythtaken after all because there was nothing at the end of the trail mix trail, nothing at all, when i would have welcomed a trap of some sort.. something to pull my tail outa the too much muck and show me the pure reality of what it was like to be stuck going nowhere but there was no trap other than the one i set for myself.. no great SNAP to snap me out of my senses and back into the idiot world i live in where i repeatedly repeat redundantly, "wazzaMATTAwitchYOU!, you IDIOT!?" to myself every time i screw up which is something like mulitplied by hundreds every week or hour but i've lost track. Sorry to ramble. I'm an idiot. I can't help it. If I could just figure out how to turn my idiocy into music, i might have an excuse. Wait. I already tried that. Never mind. Wanna copy? I have nobody to write with any more except the idiot i am and so i pen it here because what the fuck? i'm an idiot and i if i don't find myself inspiring, i might as well give up being an idiot and that would be a waste of my energy because idiocy is one of my best skills.

Wanna talk idiot. (got my hand way up in the air).

How about the person who shares every little intricate detail of their life. But when it comes right down to the nitty gritty, this person is hiding behind an emotional time bomb, waiting for someone to push down the ignition bar.

I've got to be the worlds worst idiot of all. So damn open about every damn thing, not realizing, I'm hiding behind it. making any sense? Just ask anyone who knows me, they know practically my whole life history, and i feel I'm hiding behind that history. Instead of living the life I have right in front of me, thriving on the emotional disfunction that really isn't me. The real me is such a goof, a dumb blond, and that is what i try so hard to hide--the real me.

Love lots
Deb.

Ah, a bleary eyed morning in a rather bleary eyed day and here I am, idiot extraordinaire.

Doreen, loved the ramble. More often than not I'd rather read a ramble than a fashioned piece. It's a stroll through the "trail mix" of someone else's mind. A journey of intricate nature that both the reader and writer can take at the same time. Sure, sometimes at first glance it seems to make no sense, but I really think it makes the most sense of all. All the little neurons and synapses trooping along symbiotically, doing their own thing, while the fingers keep time and before you know it, a nude ramble splays on the page and you can look back and view a quick snapshot of your brain. There's alot to be gleened, the ramble takes on a life of it's own and there is no time to cover it with lies. Do people think in lies or do they think in truths? I think the mind thinks in truth, it's that journey from mind to mouth that the lie is formed.

Anyway, Doreen, the beauty of it all is this I suppose, while we may feel like idiots, it is far from the case. Luckily feeling and being are not necessarily the same thing. I look at you and see an intelligent, artistic, insightful human being who has it together in her own inimitable style and fashion. And again I say, I feel in good company.

As for no one to write with! You might want to pop into "Go" once in awhile. There are strings and threads in there dangling about that rarely anyone chooses to attach themselves to...and I think it's a missed opportunity to fool about with words, which is what most of us here love...I say LOVE to do. There are plenty of people to play with here Doreen, you just have this crazy idea that you're usurping. Post Doreen, post with gay abandon, your words are missed.

And, yes, please do send me one of your fine CD's. I shall play it and dance naked in my room I'll pm you my snail mail address.

Talk to ya later...ya idiot!

Ann, Ann, Ann...it takes all kinds eh! We idiots take all forms, shapes and sizes. It would never occur to me to think someone who is open and happily sharing of any and all would be using it as a cover. That certainly makes me think. I often wonder what people are thinking and someone like you I probably wouldn't do that, as you appear to be so forthcoming. Aha, the most obvious scenario is not always the most complete one, so one must always dig a little deeper.

Well, let's see more of this goofy dumb blonde shall we. I look forward to it.

Take care...ya idiot!

I been thinking that I would like to moderate a board called Idiocy of The Day.

I had poster remorse and deleted a post to jimboloco and abstroint, then I wound up posting somethng that I kind of wish I had not posted cause I was not sure about the voice, how much sarcasm was there. these days it is all I can do to remember being young enough for revolution.

so anyway I was feeling idiotic and so naturaly I thought of you

yeah I have heard carpenters say measure twice and cut once
but I am the only idiot that deletes once and posts twice

To admit idiocy is to relieve the feeling, mousey, and you've taken a big step forward. Now the trick is to understand where you're at now... now that you've gone this far.

We're all idiots at times in an attempt to understand. Yeppur, understanding is a must to alleviate that which makes us what we feel we're not. A spiral-like journey into self-discovery, even if we discover we're idiots!

the only thing that keeps from from going bonkers these days is my rodcast. I don't know what I would do with out his sense of humor.

Thirty two thousand dollars worth of paper clips this month ten boxes of a a hundred for a buck,ten times a hunded times 3,000, three milkon paper cllips in a pile. A mountain of paper clips I have sold to corporate america, the stock market is up, I have done my part, some are born to run americans are born to sell.

mtmynd wrote: We're all idiots at times in an attempt to understand.

I would just like to say that I am not, nor have I ever been, an idiot.



Except in high school. But that doesn't count.

I didn't even read the posts, but I feel like a total fish-head --- a fraud. I go through every day on the job feeling like an asshole LIAR. I try to find ways THROUGH that-- ways to find my integrity again -- but my boss keeps showing me ways back through the slime. I will keep struggling upwards. That's the only way I know.

Fuck Them.

Yours Truly,

ABC/P2P

I'm not feel an idiot most of the time. But maybe to feel you are an idiot is a kind of cosmic sofistication.
But yeah, I'm sometimes amazed how I bought into the crap I dished out... some years ago after taking care to my mother and and uncle that finally died because cancer, I said, well friends it's enough... I don't want to enter into a hospital at least in twenty five years... and here I am taking care of my father's brother four hours every day since a week in a hospital with other five old men inside the room... I feel nauseous each time I 'm arriving and I feel dizzy each time I'm leaving but in the middle it's no so terrible. I tried to use the time to do school work or read (as my uncle didn't need help all the time and sometimes he's sleeping) but the people in the room want to talk or need help so I quit the idea.