This world is so full of pain, and unanswered questions, and here, your host Amaris will hlep idenitfy these questions, and with your help, decipher these hard, complicated little arguments! ^^
Enjoy, and be welcome to sit at the table,a nd have a cup of tea!

The carnal art of self-deprecation

I've got two friends, and they self-deprecate to death. Now, I am not one to suffer fools gladly, and I get annoyed and remove myself from the situation. Now, sometimes I feel like shouting "Get some fucking balls" but I know it to be unkind and uncaring, but they are never going to do anything about their low self-esteem. I have gone through worse, and am alright. I know everyone has their own hardships; I mean, look at mangas, everyone has at least one heart-breaking tale to tell. However, this still gets on my nerves for they will not do anything to improve the little world they inhabit. These inhibitions lead to a feeling of frustration on both sides, and they are scared of many things like any other human being, but limit themselves purposely.
One friend even has a hatred (secret resentment) that I am outlandish and believe and know that there is more out there than the petit world as a 16 year-old. These 'social confinds' are only such if you let them. There's the aspect of friends. Why are people friends with each other? Mostly, it is purely coincidental. They are thrown into a situation together, and share moments together, and find out that they have similarities and differences to compliment these.
I have the tendency to have a broad mind, as is the way that I have been brought up, but I still find that it strikes a nerve when I challenge conventions instilled in others.
Not much else to say with the smallest information I have let myself give.

The good old hurting scheme!

I'm getting pretty sick of people oozing. I know that we are human, and by neing in any kind of realtionahip means that that person is going to ooze on you, but sometimes you just don't want it. It makes me want to cry when I see people slowly falling apart, and losing control, so they use means of food, but it just hurts. Hurts to see these people slowly throwing themselves at the small piece of affection and kindness they feel, for that kind of relationship formed and based upon that person's low self- esteem is NOT going to work! *shakes head and keeps back the tears* There's this poem by Carol Ann Duffy, and the chracter, 'Mrs Quasimodo' is so pathetically weak, and I think you have to build that resolve and strength by yourself; it won't be handed to you willy-nilly. I would know. I've gone through all those motions, and I still feel weak at this moment, but I owe it to myself that I do not fall into that hopelessly unfounded commitment. I've prevented it, and I shall, for it will only end up in both parties' tears.