I am a thinker. I love to take pieces of life and dissect them mentally. I roll things over in my mind until there is no spot a topic hasn't touched.
I struggle with happiness. I hold it in my hand but don't know what to do with it. It's like a foreign object to me that needs to be contained in case it is toxic. Perhaps it is and that might be a good thing, but my fear is that it wont be good but bad. If I figure out how to use this thing called; happiness. then I may lose it, destroy it, or misplace it and what I go back to could be worse than what I face now.
I totally love being a parent. I enjoy working with my 2 year old son and learning with him. I love watching him develop mentally and how he observes things for the first time.
Knowledge is the building blocks to growth. I enjoy learning about everything I can. I am a blonde on mental steroids *smile* Many courses and books from the library have injected my mind with enough brain food to drive my family crazy at times.
I love to watch movies, and listen to the ipod, nope, not radio, ipod! LOL
I can be found most of the time laying on the floor with laptop directly below my head in perfect typing position, typing! working on a poem or a short story or a novel. Perhaps I may just be laying and typing my thoughts out about something that means alot to me, or little.
Sometimes I will have a pad of 400 series strathmore paper in front of me, drawing with a Kimberly HB pencil. I have even drawn my son while sleeping (that's him sleeping not me) I have yet to master the art of drawing in my sleep *smile*
Ah, but most often, I will be seen laying on the floor (yes I love the floor) doing my school work. My mom says I will die a student. I love the way that sounds.
I love people. I love to help out where I can. Most of the pitfalls of life I have been through. From being brutally attacked to stalked, to abused and forgotten about, all the way to almost being kidnapped and a lot more. so I have a solid understanding of what suicide can do to a persons mind. How the thought of suicide can't kill you, but after suicide kills the mind, the body follows quickly, a good reason why it is best to seek help when you start turning suicide over in your mind.
If nothing else take up martial arts. Works wonders trust me, wouldn't be here today if not for God putting me in the art of karate. I owe my life to God, but then who doesn't right?
Ok, seriously, enough about me. Let's hang in cyber space and see how many starbytes we can discover....
My passion is ...
Being all that I am, NOT, all that I can be
I know too much about ...
nothing, in my opinion, I could never know enough....
My parents always told me ...
nothing....
My childhood ambition ...
to become a great poet
My favorite memory ...
that would be 10-13-06; leaving home, was also my worst memory too
Why I write ...
to refine myself, it is what keeps me bound and solid
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
LOL spiderman part one
My first job ...
seeking my parents love and approval, yes, it was a job, hard work, I finally gave up!
My best moment ...
Meeting someone that actuallly loves me, yes ME! he loves me... I still can't get over the fact love actually exists!
My inspiration ...
just one thought......YOU ARE NEVER DEFEATED UNTIL YOU ACCEPT THE IMAGE OF DEFEAT
If we're talking about weight then I would be dead, cause come on let's face it, no one can live being that heavy. But if perhaps we are talking about money, which I am sure we are, then I would go on living life as I do now. Except of course with a few variations. Those being, I would live in my own place and not with my friend. I would have a car, no not a brand new sports car, just one that would get me to work and back, grocery shopping and back and to the park so my son can play, this way we don't have to walk in the heat anymore. I would still live in an apartment, till I found a dec...
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