Random Rantings of a Sarcastic Poet » shrink

cravingoxygen — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:34:00 +0000

Who needs a shrink when they can blog? Honestly? Look at all this writing! I’m just pouring out my freaking heart here. If anyone’s reading this, they’ll probably know me as well as I do after a couple of days. I hope there isn’t a shrink reading this. That could get ugly…

The Shrink – Part 2

cravingoxygen — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:09:00 +0000

Hey again all who might for some strange reason be reading this.Well, I went to the shrink. Apparently I isolate myself from the rest of the world. I also have no guilt feelings at all. I guess I don’t have to worry about suffering from a guilty conscience. I also push myself too hard and get frustrated
when I don’t get something right.
And there I was, thinking I needed serious counselling against suicide or
something, when those are my biggest problems.

I totally get the ‘isolate’ part. I like being alone. It has a quality to it that being with someone just doesn’t have. I enjoy being by myself and thinking and just being. I don’t like having people around me all the time. And I find nothing wrond with that. Apparently, though, at the rate that I’m going, I’ll end up being a recluse. Which also has serious possibilities…

I don’t quite get what she means with the whole guilt idea. I’m afraid that I do have a conscience and more than enough guilt feelings, just not about other people’s situations or their problems that they caused. If they got themselves into serious problems, I’ll be sympathetic, but no way I’m gonna feel guilty about it. Cry a river, build a bridge and get over it!

As for pushing myself too hard, if I don’t push myself, I don’t work. And the reason I push myself so hard is because I know I can do it. I’m not about to set unrealistic goals for myself, but honestly. According to her, it’s okay now, but if I keep it up for too long, I’ll burn myself out. Hah! Me, burn myself out? I seriously doubt it. I might irritate the hell out of myself, but I won’t burn myself out. I’m not that stupid.

So there. Sorry, it wasn’t that interesting. Oh well.

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If you have nothing better to do, you should check it out. It has brilliant wallpapers, icons, screensavers, etc.

Your local apparently-comparitively-issueless Sarcastic Poet

The Shrink – Part 1… (ooh. scary :rolleyes:)

cravingoxygen — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:06:00 +0000

So here I am again. Not officially my first post, but my first post with anything you’d want to read in it.Well, you might not believe this, but some shrink I met thinks that I need counselling. I’m going tomorrow. According to her, my social skills are underdeveloped and I spend all my time on my computer and books. Which, apart from school, is technically true, I guess.
But I didn’t think it was that important. Also, apparently I think that I’m misunderstood and different from the rest of the world, which according to her isn’t true. But it is. I’m telling you. Who else do you know

who is a white girl, but who’s best friends are all black?

who is interested in hip-hop, r&b, pop, classic, gospel and rap?

who likes science-fiction, mystery, fantasy, thrillers, christian fiction and the classics?

who hates homework, but manages to be the best in class?

who lives and breathes computers where-ever possible when only a noob at programming?

who (don’t you dare laugh) writes twisted and more interesting versions of her life story in her head?

who enjoys writing poetry in the moonlight at an open window in the middle of the night?

who could actually list more of these kind of things….?

I told you so. If you do actually get me, email me please!!! I’d love to talk to you. Anyway, like I said, I have to go to the shrink tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted on that.

I’ve been really into a game called Planeshift for the past couple of months. Really excellent, by the way. I’ve started a writing a story in their forums called “Eylin’s First Tale” but I don’t feel like finishing it. I really don’t. You probably don’t care about this random fact, but this page is where I rant randomly, so whatever. Cry yourself a river, build a bridge and get over it.

Sarcastic Poet