The not happy thread

As a guitarist who frequently visits the largest guitar site on the net, I'm very well aware of how much Dean Guitars milked (and still milks) Dimebag Darrell's name after his death. I hope Gibson doesn't do the same with the Les Paul.

 

I'm a little upset with myself because I'm taking a creative writing class (which is fine; I like learning about what people like and dont like and how other authors do things, etc), and our first assignment is to write a personal essay. About anything we want, any length we want, making any point we want, etc. I'm pretty good at that kind of thing, I think. I love to read personal narratives and columns and essays, etc --and it's my favourite thing to write. I guess I should have thought before taking this course; I am not comfortable sharing any of my work with my classmates or my teacher. I just dont like putting my words out there for people to see, which is also why there is virtually no work of mine in the Review Room. (Just one poem that I put on when I was really angry and exhausted and not thinking straight.)

I have lots of ideas and things to write about, but I cant think of a single subject I could write about that I'd be comfortable letting other eyes see.

 

That's a major hurdle we all have to deal with Merc. You'll be better off getting used to sharing your work and the world will be better of for you sharing it.

~R

 

I really, really dont like this hurdle. *sigh*
But thank you.

I'm going to see if I 'have' to read it out loud tomorrow... maybe if it's just something he reads, I'd be a little more comfortable; I dont know. *word vomit*

 

I hated it too, but it is the first step towards being published and becoming a more confident writer.

 

Mercy, the greatest way to defeat a fear is to take it on. Since you're worried about others reading your work, you should volunteer to read it out loud to the class. Assuming nothing horrible happens, you'll likely never again worry about the class seeing/hearing your work.

 

I dont really care if sharing my work would be a step in the right direction toward becoming a professional author, because that's not my goal anyway; I gave up on that goal when I was about fourteen. I like stability that a career as an author (at least a full-time author) cannot provide. It'll probably 'do good' for me in the long run --I guess, as far as interaction with people, but right now I'm really hesitant.

I'm not afraid of it. I dont give a care what anyone thinks about me, because I decided long ago that people and Mercurial are like oil and vinegar; they do not mix. They only get close enough to barely touch each other before repelling.
I prefer to be alone; I'm a private person. I'm not afraid of what they'll think or say or whatever --it's just that my mind is a closed place, and I dont like sharing what's inside of it.

I signed up for the class because I thought it would be a good way to improve my writing, and I'm sure it will be (I've only had two classes so far; cant say I've improved tenfold yet ), yet I stupidly forgot that of course somebody would have to read my work in order to receive a grade.

I'm not scared of sharing my work; I'm just angry that I forgot that I would have to.

Blegh; I'm offline for the night.

 

I slept like a$$. 6:30 and I should still be in bed. I think I have a UTI. Peeing every 15 minutes...totally sucks. I am supposed to drive into the Bay Area tomorrow to visit a friend. I can't spend 2 hours in a car right now. This TOTALLY SUCKS! Grrrrr.

 

Oh, MIna...I hope you feel better soon. UTI...That's what it sounds like, just got over one myself. Take care of you, that's what matters.

 

i feel utterly miserable

and the people who are supposed to notice arent

 

^ sup?

I'm a bit pooped because I feel all gross from cleaning the hotel and I feel my ugliest when I'm all icky like that. Also, I'm pretty convinced that the place is haunted, and I have reason to believe that the guy that stays there when the owner is gone is in fact a GHOST.

He disappears and reappears randomly, and I've only seen him interact with me. I checked the entire place over and he was GONE. next thing I know, he's behind me. He says 'Everything going well?' I say yes, and then he disappears again for ages.
What the hell?!

and there's weird noises on the landings as though someone were walking through...but everytime I go and look, nobody is there

 

I'm sorry, Eoz. Feel better soon!

 

I've been feeling so broody lately. Everytime I see pregnant women, or women strolling the pram along with their husbands/boyfriends by their side, I want to have that for myself.

This is not good. Lol.

I know it's stupid, and I know I'd probably be a rubbish mum. It's also far too early for children and I am in now way responsible enough or finantially stable enough to have a child.
I also know that it's totally unrealistic to think that the couple strolling with their baby in a pretty pram have such a beautiful, cinematic experience with their baby all the time. It's not like it's all stars and rainbows. It's a lifetime of hard work and commitment, let alone the emotional stress (and happiness, obviously). And thats not even including the plans you have for you...everything goes on hold.

But, *sigh*. Can't help it. I wanna have my own I need to get a new pet or something.

 

I know how you feel, Ash. Every time I see a little baby I'm like: "Ooh, I want that!"
But then I say to my older sisters that they should go first, and then I can already pamper their little baby...

 

For some reason this really made me laugh..

Anyway, as I was coming back from the shop a dog tried to bite me. Now I've never had problems with dogs, never. Sure, I own a cat, but c'mon, dog, what did I or him ever do to you?

Luckily it was on a leash and the owner apologised.. Which is always nice, I suppose.

It was one of those really ugly ones, squat with wide shoulders and would only look uglier with the remains of it's last victim buttered across it's face.

Bah! The need for tea strikes again, I think..

 

^ Lmao, good idea. Sadly I just have an oaf of a brother who I doubt will be settling down anytime soon.

 

It's true! I'm seriously considering the fact that only I can see this guy LOL.

But even if he IS real...there's definately some ghosty trying to scare me in that place

 

I'm sorry, Mina. I hope you get in to see a doctor quickly so you can get the UTI situation taken care of. I remember last time you had a UTI you said the meds they put you on usually make you sick, but I hope this time they don't. Having a UTI is bad enough without all the side effects from the medicine.

I'm sorry, Eoz. I hope you feel better!!

That's a little creepy, Ashleigh. Not exactly a situation I would want to be in at work.

At least the owner apologized. Back when I delivered pizza, I got to this one house, a woman (visiting the house, not the owner) opened the door, and immediately, the owner's dog ran out and bit me. The owner came running to the door and said to the other woman "see, that's why I said to get the dog before you open the door!" and then went back inside. The woman paid me (tipped me for sh*t, too), and then closed the door.

All the while, I'm standing there like "wtf?" Personally, if my dog bit the pizza delivery girl for no reason, I would have apologized profusely and tipped very well to keep her from calling animal control or something...

 

My back is killing me. And I was supposed to work right now, but they pushed my schedule back two hours, so now I've got another two hours to sit here and dread going to work, and then I get to actually go to work and try to work through the pain. Fun...

 

Man, I hate backaches

Theyre the worse, aside from premenstrual pain.

/Shudders.

I hope it goes away soon.

>_>

 

Thanks. Joel keeps harassing me to find out when my health insurance kicks in so I can go to a chiropractor cause my back hurts so often...but I don't want to go to a chiropractor...

Boo. Back pain, go away!

 

Hope it gets over soon, Hidden.
Hehe, here we give a chiropractor also another name... Kraker.
It's Dutch, I know, but I don't know hom exactly to transalate it.
Something like "The One-Who-Cracks-Your-Bones"...

 

That's so funny, and so true. I used to work for a chiropractor, and he always tried to get me to let him adjust my back, but the dude kind of creeped me out...I think that's what makes me so uncomfortable going now. Not that I don't like chiropractors, I just think of him every time I think about going. *shudder*

 

This evening I spent 3 hours in Huddersfield waiting for a girl to show for a date. She didn't show. I phoned her a couple of times and her phone was off. I'm fuming. It's the first date I've had in six months, and I just can't believe the gall she's had to not even bother phoning me to apologise, or even just leave a message.

I've only just calmed down to post it.

 

How lame! That happened to me once, and the next day the guy was like "oh, sorry, my phone died, I was stuck at work, I didn't have your number."

She clearly is not worth your time. Sorry you had a bad evening, though.