tell me what to say…

and another song post.  there is so much desperation in these words, such hopelessness…pain…and a taste of subtle bitterness.  it’s lovely…it melts in my mouth when i want to FEEL something.  right now i want to feel sad.  i DO feel sad.  this…is the sadness of being happy, however, not the other kind.  the sadness you feel when you want something so badly that it hurts.  the sadness of missing someone, the sadness of knowing they’re so far away…my heart breaks and mends every day, at least for now.  hopefully it won’t be much longer.

i’m so much happier now…happier than i’ve been in such a long time.  i’ll scream it from the mountains soon enough…but for now, it’s safer that i hold my tongue and swallow my words.  you’ll hear them soon enough.  but for now…i smile with my sadness and envelop myself in the purest of emotions…

xoxo.

—-Black Lab—  “Tell Me What To Say”

Tell me what to say
And I will say it to you…

I take one for the heartbreak
One for the headache
Two for the constant tears
I take one for the blindness
One for the foolishness
Trying to keep you here

I would stop waiting
Stop crying
Stop breathing in, too
While you stay away so long

I would stop calling
Stop writing
Stop faking
Stop denying you’re as good as gone
But I dunno

So you just tell me what to say
And I will say it to you
I would do it for you
I would burn this house down

Tell me what to say
And I will say it to you
I would do what you do
I would burn us to the ground

Even on weekdays
Even on Sunday
Even in the blackest nights
Even when you touch me
I know you don’t love me
And, I, can’t make it right

I would stop waiting
Stop walking
Stop trying to start you talking
Or say your old goodbyes

I would stop drinking
Stop feeling
Breakdown and start believing
You might change your mind
Well, I dunno

So you just tell what to say
And I will say it to you
I would do it for you
I would burn this house down
Tell me what to say
And I will say it to you
I would do what you do
I would burn us to the ground

Hey-e-e-ey, well, I dunno
So you just tell me what to say
And I’ll say it to you
I would do it for you
I would burn this house down

Tell me what to say
And I will say it to you
I would do it for you
I would burn us to the ground…

sigh…

i’m always such a fucking jackass.

only days ago i told myself i wouldn’t let my insecurity get the best of me…and what do i do…

and then only alienate the situation further by doing it.

 

i hate having you believe that i’m no different than anyone else.

Control Drama Classifications.

had an old friend ask me a question about the Celestine Prophecy.  she asked which Control Drama type i think she is, and it made me want to brush up a little, so here it is.  this is an excerpt from “The Celestine Prophecy:  An Experiential Guide” about control dramas.

Intimidator

Intimidators get everyone to pay attention to them by force of loudness, physical strength, threats, unexpected outbursts.  They keep everyone on edge for fear of triggering off embarrassing comments, anger, and, in extreme cases, rage.  Energy comes toward them because of the fear and suspicion of the “next event.”  Intimidators always have the stage.  They make you feel afraid or anxious.

Basically egocentric, their behavior may range from ordering others around, talkin gcontinuaously, being authoritarian, being inflexible and sarcastic, to being violent.  Intimidators are probably the most cut off from universal energy.  They initially engage others by creating an aura of power.

Each of the four control dramas creates a specific energy dynamic called a ‘matching drama.’  For example, the matching drama that is created by an Intimidator is primarily the Poor Me–an extremely passive energy dynamic.  The Poor Me, feeling that the Intimidator is robbing him or her of energy on a frightening scale, tries to stop the threatening interchange by assuming a cringing, helpless attitude:  “Look what you’re doing to me.  Don’t hurt me, I’m too weak.”  The Poor Me is attempting to make the Intimidator feel guilty in order to stop the attack and regain a flow of energy.  The other possibility for a matching drama is the Counter-Intimidator.  This drama will occur if the Poor Me attitude does not work, or, more likely, if the personality of the other person is also aggressive.  Then this person will fight back with the original Intimidator.  If one of your parents was an Intimidator, chances are one of his or her parents was an Intimidator or a passive Poor Me.

Interrogator

Interrogators are less physically threatening, but break down spirit and will by mentally questioning all activities and motivations.  Hostile critics, they look for ways to make others wrong.  The more they dwell on your faults and mistakes, the more you will watch them and react to their every move.  As you strive to prove yourself or answer to them, the more energy you send thier way.  Everything you say will probably be used against you at some time.  You feel as if you are being constantly monitored.

Hypervigilant, their behavior may range from being cynical, skeptical, sarcastic, needling, perfectionistic, self-righteous, to viciously manipulative.  They initially engage others with their wit, infallible logic, facts, and intellect.

As parents, Interrogators create Aloof children and sometimes Poor Me’s.  Both types want to escape the probing of the Interrogator.  Aloofs want to escape having to answer (and be drained of their energy) to the constant scrutiny and needling of the Interrogator.

Aloof

Aloof people are caught up in their own internal world of unresolved struggles, fears, and self-doubt.  They believe unconsciously that if they appear mysterious or detached, others will come to draw them out.  Often lonely, they keep their distance for fear of others imposing their will or questioning their decisions (as their Interrogator parents did).  Thinking they have to do everything on their own, they don’t ask for help.  They need a “lot of space” and often avoid being pinned down by commitments.  As children they were not often allowed to satisfy their need for independence or acknowledged for their own identity.

Prone to move toward the Poor Me side of the continuum, they don’t realize that their own aloofness might be the cause of their not having what they want (e.g., money, love, self-esteem), or for their feelings of stagnation or confusion.  They often see their main problem as a lack of something (money, friends, social contacts, education).

Their behavior ranges from disinterested, unavailable, uncooperative, to condescending, rejecting, contrary, and sneaky.

Skilled at detachment as a defense, they tend to cut off their own energy with such phrases as “I’m different from others,”  “No one really understands what I’m trying to do,”  “I’m confused,”  “I don’t want to play their game,”  “If only I had . . . ”  Opportunities slip away while they overanalyze everything.  With any hint of conflict or confrontation, the Aloof becomes vague and can literally disappear (screening telephone calls or not keeping appointments).  They initially engage through their mysterious, hard-to-get persona.

Aloofs usually create Interrogators, but can also get into dramas with Intimidators or Poor Me’s because they are in the center of the continuum.

Poor Me or Victim

Poor Me’s don’t ever feel they have enough power to confront the world in an active way, so they elicit sympathy, pulling energy toward them.  When using the silent treatment, they may slide toward the Aloof mode, but as a Poor Me, they make sure that the silence does not go unnoticed.

Always pessimistic, Poor Me’s pull attention to themselves by worried facial expressions, sighing, trembling, crying, staring into the distance, answering questions slowly, and retelling poignant dramas and crises.  They like to go last in line and defer to others.  Their favorite two words are “Yes, but . . .”

Poor Me’s initially seduce by their vulnerability and need for help.  However, they are not really interested in solutions because then they would lose their source of energy.  They might also exhibit overaccommodating behavior which eventually leads them into feeling taken advantage of and reinforces their Poor Me method of gaining energy.  As accommodators they have little ability to set boundaries and limits, and behavior ranges from convincing, defending, making excuses, repeatedly explaining, telling too much, to trying to solve problems that are not their business.  They open themselves to being objectified, perhaps through their beauty or sexual favors, and then resent being taken for granted.

Poor Me’s sustain their victim stance by attracting people who intimidate them.  In the extreme cycles of domestic violence, an Intimidator will involve the Poor Me in increasingly violent episodes of abuse toward the Poor Me until a climax is reached.  After the climax, the Intimidator retreats and apologizes, thus sending energy that seduces the Poor Me back into the cycle.

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i won’t add anything else, i don’t want to ruin the discussion.  if anyone wants to take a guess at which one i fit…feel free.  i’d welcome the input.  not to say i don’t have my ideas of which i might fit best, i’d just like an outside observation.

never believe it.

*something i just…muddled together a couple years ago. had a friend that…was in a shitty relationship…never wanted to see the truth about it, and…this is what i came up with when i tried to repeat what she was telling me*

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you belittle me
you treat me like a child
you make it my fault
you don’t respect my thoughts
you don’t respect my feelings
you take for granted i’ll fuck you
you make me believe i’ll never do better
you apologize for the way i react, and never for your actions
you haven’t made me a priority
you make me cry
you cause me pain
you cause me to question my own validity
you cause me to question my own value
you tell me everything will be fine and nothing ever changes
you want someone to stand AT your side and not BY your side
you never show emotion
you can’t say you love me
you never speak of the future
you expect me to stay when i really just want to go
you don’t compliment me when i’m pretty
you don’t hug me when i’m sad
you don’t support me when i need you the most
you don’t hold my hand in public
you won’t chase me if i leave
you won’t let me live my own life without your permission
you make me believe that this is the way things are
you make me believe that men are simply like this
you make me believe that i am happy….

erectile dysfunction…an epidemic?

what the fuck? hah. yeah. you’re tricked.
just 3am, watching tv…and an infomercial came on about “Pos T Vac” which is apparently something to help with ED as they’re abbreviating it.
“husband and wife think they don’t love each other anymore because of it.”
wow…your dick doesn’t get hard…so you don’t love me and you’re 60.
yes, the host actually brings it up as, “E.D. is it an epidemic??” umm…
sorry this blog has no flow at all, i’m typing as i’m listening to this bullshit. this is hilarious…i can’t wait to see what the product is…with a name like “vac” i hope it’s a pump!
*passing time*
now he said “why not just pop a pill? viagra, cialis, levitra…”
sorta funny…the doctor discussing the product is a rather troll looking man, and the woman nurse is no prom queen. maybe the lack of a hard-on isn’t age, it’s looking at them.
oooh! they’ve just mentioned vacuum therapy. this is gonna be good.
wow…it works in about 4 minutes to build firmness! the vac draws blood in and uses some type of vacuum band somewhere. they aren’t showing the product. just saying it traps the blood to hold the erection and you can leave it for UP TO 30 MINUTES! um…30 minutes? you mean i can have a hard dick for a WHOLE 30 minutes?
well this is good…it is FDA approved. ok wow, this basically sounds like a gel-filled cock ring.
yay website, www.rejoyn.com i gotta see this. i’m so drawn in i can’t stop watching this.
hollyyyyy shitttttttttt. yes, it’s a penis pump. now there’s a guest on…in a bad accident, couldn’t walk, talk, etc…and of course his big concern is that his cock won’t get hard. i’d think…you know, maybe be happy you’re alive and that you can walk again right?
wow. ok, i’ve seen enough. this is simply surreal. never knew that using a motorized penis pump is a healthy, FDA approved treatment for getting your dick hard. and then apparently placing some gel rings around it to keep the blood squeezed. it sounds so…medical! hooray!
i think this is one of the top 5 most bullshit posts i’ve ever made.

the precarious steps

i think i’ve felt censored lately.

not sure why. just a phase, i suppose.

sometimes my insecurity really gets the better of me and it can be hard to shrug off certain things, but i’m working on it. of course this isn’t a “me” problem, it’s a human problem. we always want to feel special, we always want to feel unique. we always want to believe we’re the first, that we’re the pioneer…but the simple truth is…no one ever is. it’s all been done before. everything.

is it better to know? there can be some selfish pride in knowing exactly what you’ve done with a girl…knowing that no man will ever do something new that you didn’t…but i’m not sure where that gets you. i held that pride once, so often being questioned about how i felt about the “new man.” it was always my response…”there’s nothing he can do that i haven’t already.” for some reason it gave me peace…but only temporarily. i guess we ultimately hit that revelation that we didn’t make the cut.

how hard is it not to compare? am i better? am i worse? am i just the same? are they settling? are they compromising? are they gaining?

why the fuck must we worry so much about such petty things? seems to be human nature to find it so difficult to live in the present…we always want to live in the past and confuse and assume decisions will be based on such. we never want to believe we’re “good enough” at the time, and we totally ignore the fact that someone is with us for “us” and not because they want the past. if they did…they’d still be in their past…and not their present situations.

hmm, my friend number dropped, looks like i figured out who removed me. ironically…well, nevermind. just that the irony is hilarious. although…most people don’t understand the word “irony” anyway.

i’ve found a new safe spot, a new space where i feel so alive…and i wish it could go further. the moments seem so fleeting, regardless of how long they last…it never seems long enough. each time i’m there i feel so comforted, so safe, so…at peace. gawd i wish everyone will have the opportunity to find such a spot. i’m stealing this line from a movie, but the spot makes me feel like my heart stops and starts all at once. or something. it’s paraphrased, or maybe i totally made it up and got it wrong. either way…that’s just how it
feels. i love the feeling of being so desperately lost inside a moment that the world fades away. i used to search so diligently for those tiny pieces of bliss, but lately it seems i find them all the time. the single, perfect, exquisite dance of beauty and adoration…it keeps my mind dancing in the stars. i’d risk it all, still, to grasp those stars. i’ll burn my hands every night reaching for them.

i deserve it.

with all i’ve given others…i deserve my happiness as well. i’ve uplifted so many, all the while keeping myself grounded and always keeping my own enjoyment just out of reach. i’ve done it for them…just to give them a taste of what life SHOULD be…and so many still have no clue. i’ve constantly played the catalyst…the rope…the step to where you are NOW. so many “thank you’s” for leading them in the right direction. i’ve held their hand as they faced their demons, i opened the doors for them to pass…and so often i either chose to stay behind or was left intentionally. bitter? no. cynical? perhaps…but everyone deserves their happiness as fully as i do. if i must play the role of stepping-stone, then so be it. i’ll be your example, i’ll walk you to the next crossroad and show you which path to take. i’d love to come with you, but if i’m left behind, i’ll at least be there to guide the next lost, broken soul.

“you make this all go away, you make it all go away…”

i’m elated thinking of all the new experiences i get to share, all the little things that seem so trite, they seem so fascinating and new. so many things unseen and refused…so many rules and restrictions made…it boggles my mind. even the simplest nuances left untouched…so often i can ask “have you…?” and i receive a diligent “no, i haven’t…” and it warms me in ways i can’t express. the aquarian way is to share…we pour the very water of life
itself…i’ve recaptured my purpose. i love it. everything is so limited by time and extraneous influences right now, but i hope that changes quickly. i’m sure it will. i can dance in my dreams until then.

and the discussion of such a defining title…maybe i didn’t show the excitement i truly felt, but those same extraneous circumstances tend to keep a box around emotions i’ve wanted to express. again, things will change in time, i’ll find a way out of that box i’ve created.

“i’d give you everything if you’d just let me stand beside you.”

just a mention of appreciation

you know, sometimes we never stop to think about and appreciate those around us. my friends…are great. all of them. maybe i haven’t told them individually, or for any particular reason, but they rock. my friends are so open and accepting, and it’s rare to have so many people that are. they’ve always been overly friendly to the new people i bring anywhere, they go out of their way to try and say hi and remember them, and just generally make sure people have a good time. it’s relieving actually, and i guess we don’t always realize how great some people are, since we see their behavior on a regular basis.
of course i could go on and on…but just wanted to say something short and sweet. this goes for all of you, all my friends…you’re all great and i love you. now back to your regularly scheduled pretentious and cynical flitz posts.

i wish…

Pearl Jam — “Wishlist”
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate could be
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro’s hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb ‘to trust’ and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish…
I wish…

i’ve just found everything i need…

NIN — The Only Time

i’m drunk.
and right now i’m so in love with you.
and i don’t want to think too much about what we should or shouldn’t do.
lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars.
while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.

[Chorus:]
nothing quite like the feel of something new.
maybe i’m all messed up.
maybe i’m all messed up.
maybe i’m all messed up in you.
maybe i’m all messed up.
maybe i’m all messed up.
maybe i’m all messed up.
maybe i’m all messed up in you.
maybe i’m all messed up.
this is the only time i really feel alive.
this is the only time i really feel alive.

i swear.
i just found everything i need.
the sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me.
well i want to wrap it up and swim in it until i drown.
my moral standing is lying down.

[Chorus]

 

 

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~Princess of Pain~
Kick ass song….I can’t believe I wasn’t a fan of this group before.
Reply(6)5 years ago

Jayme
does that mean I can call you velveeta??
5 years ago

Daniel Self
i think the best way to answer is with a Marilyn Manson song quote.
“you’re just a copy of an imitation.”
5 years ago

Jayme
Alright, Mr. imitated never duplicated….if you’re imitating other people then are you being imitated or are the people you’re imitating being imitated to the second power??? *scratches chin in profound thought*
5 years ago

Daniel Self
haha i’m older than you! its mine first. i think i do remember you bloggin this one though now that you mention it. NIN forever!
5 years ago

She B
YOU STOLE THIS FROM ME I HAVE BLOGGED THIS…BITCH
5 years ago

Daniel Self
it’s even better to actually HEAR the song!
5 years ago

the reality of my faulting…and the beauty of arrogance.

i’ve realized…i’m slipping.

i’m letting others win.  i’ve wanted to believe i’m staying on top, and i’m not.  i’ve let so many subtle things and comments dissuade me from upholding my self-image and i need to put a stop to it NOW.  i’ve worked too damn hard to raise myself to where i am after losing myself to so much of this same bullshit.  i despise the comparisons.

i don’t care if you think you look better than me.

i don’t care if you are more successful.

i don’t care if you have more security.

i don’t care if you wear a hemp necklace and a college football cap.

i also don’t care how much bigger you are and how easily you could kick my ass.

by simply allowing these outside comments to affect me…i’m giving vindication.  and i’m done.  it’s eating away at me, and it’s weakening me.  i’m stronger than this…and hardly do i let these things bother me.  i’ve learned this lesson a long time ago, and i have no need to repeat it.  i’m better than you in every way, every possible pretentious way, and there is no way that you could dare compete with that.

how horridly unattractive it is to be so pompous, right?  no.  i just don’t play second fiddle.  i never have, and i won’t start.  i’m first, and i won’t fall for the subtle manipulation or passive-aggressive bullshit.  the more i’m talked about, the bigger i get.  in the attempt to mock or discredit me, i’m only growing in the hearts of those you wish to woo.  keep pressing…i want to consume your every thought, your every action…everything you do will soon revolve around MY life instead of your own…or does it already?

there’s MUCH more than a thin line between you and me, and there’s certainly no comparison.  i’m keeping my place on top.