what made you frown today?


I don't think having sex with underage groupies makes someone a paedophile. If so then all of the rock stars from that time are.

"three of his mother's sisters were described as nuts"
I wonder if they post here. Maybe they can add some details.

"Bowie was inspired to be a star rather than a great musician or artist"
What does this even mean? He was all three.
 
The realization at the futility of my existence. I am completely disposable.

Hi there!
Welcome, join the club and be reminded you are not the only one.
Far from it, so feel free to party cause what difference does it make?
Why feel the futility of your existence without it? :thumb:
 
I don't think having sex with underage groupies makes someone a paedophile. If so then all of the rock stars from that time are.

"three of his mother's sisters were described as nuts"
I wonder if they post here. Maybe they can add some details.

"Bowie was inspired to be a star rather than a great musician or artist"
What does this even mean? He was all three.

OMFG
 
2 week break from english top flight football will drive me nuts or make me do things I need to do like changing oil on the car and taking it to the MOT and maybe moving Pernillas nice double bed to my place.

I also need to take dad to a sports store and buy him proper jogging shoes for him to walk in as the old fart seems to be in need of a bit of socialising.

He hates me and loves Pernilla just like everybody else does. If he is lucky we will take him to a pizza place after he has bought those bloody shoes. I hope to convince him to buy a better bed and actually invest in himself instead of saving money for me when he is gone.

First they are your parents then you become your parents parent.
 
Me and Pernilla got a rash from watching MTV Music Awards for a few minutes until luckily the servers went down and no one could see the performance just the crowd.

Great job America!

LOL
 
2 week break from english top flight football will drive me nuts or make me do things I need to do like changing oil on the car and taking it to the MOT and maybe moving Pernillas nice double bed to my place.

I also need to take dad to a sports store and buy him proper jogging shoes for him to walk in as the old fart seems to be in need of a bit of socialising.

He hates me and loves Pernilla just like everybody else does. If he is lucky we will take him to a pizza place after he has bought those bloody shoes. I hope to convince him to buy a better bed and actually invest in himself instead of saving money for me when he is gone.

First they are your parents then you become your parents parent.

When you can recite those lines from " Teenage Dad On His Estate " you are a true Moz-fans.
Don't ever start to insult him again. I won't believe you. :ha-no:
 
You won't believe me but I have never even heard that song you mention.

" When you become your parents parent,
You love them but you can't help feeling used ".
Listen to it Urbie, I know it is a feeling not that uncommon but,
it is that mixed bittersweet feeling.
A bit uncanny you said them if you never heard them.
 
what is it about waiting at bus stops that, if you're feeling a bit emotional and fragile, suddenly brings on the tears? it's become a habit for me, breaking down at bus stops. although i should say it doesnt happen that often because i rarely ever take the bus. today i had to because i needed a new power chord. passersby around here are generally very nice though when you're crying at the bus stop. they stop and ask you if you're okay, or just say "im sorry". today they didnt, and im glad for that, because if they knew the reason they would think it silly. only it's not silly. i cant think of anything more shattering than the death of klaus nomi.
i think it's his optimism that kills me the most, that makes the appalling circumstances of his death seep into everything, making it so that i cant separate his death from his life, cant just enjoy his videos and what he brought to the world without also being horribly sad. because when i watch this achingly sweet, affecting, so delighted-to-be-doing-what-he's-doing man i cant help but think "he has absolutely no idea the extremely cruel hand that fate is just about to deal him".
i hate it when people say "he lives on his music". what the hell is that supposed to mean? it doesnt make anything better. it's a way of saying "that's that". but that is definitely not that. his death was the wrongest wrong that ever there was, and nothing in heaven or earth can ever make it right.
 
Studied the term pathological liar online which turned out to be connected with a lot of other mental disorders like histrionics and somatic symptom disorder but also idealisation and devaluation connected with Borderline personality disorder.

It was like I suddenly with the help of the internet got a lot of things explained to me that I have experienced in life when dealing with other people. A very tragic reality suddenly opened itself and I understood a lot of people and why they acted like they did.

The saddest thing is that those suffering from these things live a life where they never seem to be able to see that they are harming themselves and others cause they cannot judge themselves objectively. If they for some reason are told about these things and study them they are able to alter the way they act and behave.

Then I found a forum where people close to people with these issues told their stories and it made me and Pernilla laugh like we've not done in years cause the way these people described their lives hit a comical nerve and also an insight into what kind of people we have been dealing with in life.

I know psychology isn't based on science but when you know someone and the way they are and live and see the criterias for a certain disorder it hits you that these poor people are living life with a disorder that affects their life massively not to mention their loved ones.

It was like finding a lot of answers and the details were almost scary at times. I will study it more and before me appeared this ring with all the mental disorders there are out there and the realisation that few if any can step into that ring that psychology has created where the normal people are.

There is no such thing as normal but some people have a combination of disorders that mean they suffer from the consequences more as does there loved ones around them. There is hope for people who study these things and if you do you are probably ok cause rarely does anyone with a mental disorder study things like that and they are likely to not like dealing with people who are visibly suffering from something that has to do with the mind.

It is like they have some twisted realisation deep inside that there is something wrong with them but fight it all the time and so other people with difficulties present something even more scary that they need to avoid compared to people who don't suffer from what they have.

Light bulb moment that explained why schoolmates and co workers and just random people acted and behaved the way they did. Maybe it is a curse to be able to realise these things and view a world of people left to their destiny without no one ever questioning them.
 
what is it about waiting at bus stops that, if you're feeling a bit emotional and fragile, suddenly brings on the tears? it's become a habit for me, breaking down at bus stops. although i should say it doesnt happen that often because i rarely ever take the bus. today i had to because i needed a new power chord. passersby around here are generally very nice though when you're crying at the bus stop. they stop and ask you if you're okay, or just say "im sorry". today they didnt, and im glad for that, because if they knew the reason they would think it silly. only it's not silly. i cant think of anything more shattering than the death of klaus nomi.
i think it's his optimism that kills me the most, that makes the appalling circumstances of his death seep into everything, making it so that i cant separate his death from his life, cant just enjoy his videos and what he brought to the world without also being horribly sad. because when i watch this achingly sweet, affecting, so delighted-to-be-doing-what-he's-doing man i cant help but think "he has absolutely no idea the extremely cruel hand that fate is just about to deal him".
i hate it when people say "he lives on his music". what the hell is that supposed to mean? it doesnt make anything better. it's a way of saying "that's that". but that is definitely not that. his death was the wrongest wrong that ever there was, and nothing in heaven or earth can ever make it right.

But he had a fulfilling life where he was doing the things he wanted, didn't he?
 
" When you become your parents parent,
You love them but you can't help feeling used ".
Listen to it Urbie, I know it is a feeling not that uncommon but,
it is that mixed bittersweet feeling.
A bit uncanny you said them if you never heard them.

But Morrissey heard them from someone else and those words are very common especially here where we send our parents off to empty corridors and microwave food.

Half the fun is to bitch and moan that they are a problem while they get taken care of by others.

LOL

My dad drives a car still and is too healthy to even be considered getting a place in some care home but it would feel better for me and Pernilla if we knew that their was staff checking on him.
 
But he had a fulfilling life where he was doing the things he wanted, didn't he?
no, he never saw the full development of career. he only started singing as a career a few years before his death. before that he did menial jobs. he was finally living his dream, thats what makes it so sad.
 
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