where it all went wrong
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you seemed to have missed my point. I dont hate the telly, i just saw it as symbol of what i percieved as a ‘boring’ existence, i quite like it, and although we dont get him in england much, i quite like howard stern. but mainly, just because i didn’t totally fit in with the ‘cool’ crowd at school, and i resented them at the time for it, i dont resent them now, and that is what i feel i’m getting from you, resentment. and because you’ve done well, although i’m sure its through your own hard work and determination, you seem a little smug. theese are characteristics i have decided to drop as part of getting better. i really, really dont want to come across as out of order with this post, if it has offended you at all, i am trully sorry, but this is how i feel and i dont feel i should hold back. take care, paul. In article <7gl9g3$pk…@mohawk.hwcn.org>, ad…@freenet.hamilton.on.ca (Louis Johnson) wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> regarding the telly: > there was a tv smashing day recently in smoke stack city hamilton. > wish I had known about it. > some networks a.k.a. ‘fox’ leans heavily on toilet humour > ie howard stern to fill its schedule. > well, there are electronic devices that sit between the > cable feed and the tv socket which filter out certain frequencies, > also any vrc is programmable to skip them, also they ALL > have an off switch. > additionally, peer pressure is rather hard to resists. > I however was so naive I didnt even know about peer pressure, > so I managed to escape all the a group-justificatio shit, > blithely unawares I was the one being ridiculed. > fast forward lots of years, well well well, where are they now? > I gots a house all paid for, a couple thou in professional > tools to earn money, 2 friggin university degrees, etc etc > fuckin etc. so peer pressure really wasnt a factor in my life. > roll your own. > screw the cliquists, if that dont work put a scriber into their > sidewalls.
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regarding the telly: there was a tv smashing day recently in smoke stack city hamilton. wish I had known about it. some networks a.k.a. ‘fox’ leans heavily on toilet humour ie howard stern to fill its schedule. well, there are electronic devices that sit between the cable feed and the tv socket which filter out certain frequencies, also any vrc is programmable to skip them, also they ALL have an off switch. additionally, peer pressure is rather hard to resists. I however was so naive I didnt even know about peer pressure, so I managed to escape all the a group-justificatio shit, blithely unawares I was the one being ridiculed. fast forward lots of years, well well well, where are they now? I gots a house all paid for, a couple thou in professional tools to earn money, 2 friggin university degrees, etc etc fuckin etc. so peer pressure really wasnt a factor in my life. roll your own. screw the cliquists, if that dont work put a scriber into their sidewalls. po…@my-dejanews.com wrote:
: I’ve been doing a bit of soul searching the last few days, and I think I can : see where a lot of my problems have come from. I know all teenagers go : through the rebelious phase, where they want to go against their parents, but : I think I took it a bit too far. I always saw my father as miserable, unhappy : and uncontent, and my mother a bit too, and around the age of 12 or 13, I : decided I wasn’t going to be like that. It always annoyed me ho they were : content to stay in and watch telly, and do the garden, and not have any : exitement in their lives, and not many friends. So somehow I decided the path : to happyness was to do realy outrageous things and be really popular. the : problem was i wasnt particularly good at either. I’m not an outrageous : person, and although i’ve got great friends, i’ve never been ‘Mr. Popular’. : Kbeth mentioned being obsessed with the ‘in’ crowd at school, and I think I : did this a bit, trying to get in with them. This resulted in me making an : arse of myself and often meant skanking my real friends. My life became about : impressing other people, and when I failed to do this, I hated myself, and : became obsessed with the fact that everyone hated me. Now I wasnt’t taking : care of myself, and I *still* thought the path to happiness was through being : outrageous, so i got my ‘fun’ through ‘kicks’ – ie, sexual, drugs and : vandallism, and ‘looking cool’ in front of others. I did have a good side – I : was known among my friends as ‘the one who would listen to problems’, the : sympathetic ear, but now I realise I was doing this more through a need to : feel wanted than a genuine concern for my friends. Now I’m 23, suffering from : depression, ocd and i’m on prozac, and although i’m getting better, the : ironic thing is, i’ve spent the last ten years a million times more miserable : than my parents have ever been. My Dads never suffered from depression and : he’s never needed prozac. I’m going to spend the rest of my life being a good : person, working hard and getting some pride and self respect. I might even : take up watching telly and gardening 
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I’ve been doing a bit of soul searching the last few days, and I think I can see where a lot of my problems have come from. I know all teenagers go through the rebelious phase, where they want to go against their parents, but I think I took it a bit too far. I always saw my father as miserable, unhappy and uncontent, and my mother a bit too, and around the age of 12 or 13, I decided I wasn’t going to be like that. It always annoyed me ho they were content to stay in and watch telly, and do the garden, and not have any exitement in their lives, and not many friends. So somehow I decided the path to happyness was to do realy outrageous things and be really popular. the problem was i wasnt particularly good at either. I’m not an outrageous person, and although i’ve got great friends, i’ve never been ‘Mr. Popular’. Kbeth mentioned being obsessed with the ‘in’ crowd at school, and I think I did this a bit, trying to get in with them. This resulted in me making an arse of myself and often meant skanking my real friends. My life became about impressing other people, and when I failed to do this, I hated myself, and became obsessed with the fact that everyone hated me. Now I wasnt’t taking care of myself, and I *still* thought the path to happiness was through being outrageous, so i got my ‘fun’ through ‘kicks’ – ie, sexual, drugs and vandallism, and ‘looking cool’ in front of others. I did have a good side – I was known among my friends as ‘the one who would listen to problems’, the sympathetic ear, but now I realise I was doing this more through a need to feel wanted than a genuine concern for my friends. Now I’m 23, suffering from depression, ocd and i’m on prozac, and although i’m getting better, the ironic thing is, i’ve spent the last ten years a million times more miserable than my parents have ever been. My Dads never suffered from depression and he’s never needed prozac. I’m going to spend the rest of my life being a good person, working hard and getting some pride and self respect. I might even take up watching telly and gardening ———–== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==———- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own
