When I talk to people, they get angry and have people threaten me. If I try to be nice, they act like they don't know what I'm saying about them. Then there's people that try to say I must be autistic or something, and that I say things because I'm not used to human emotion; which I take as an insult. I've tried to be as civil as possible online, I think I've been pretty successful with that. Though I did get locked out of one of those "clique forums". All the rednecks that have threatened me over the years, and all the "artistic" groups of people that have thrown me out of their stores for simply saying something to someone. I've met so many uptight people, uptight to the point of sounding crazy themselves, I've just been stuck here writing, for months, trying not to see anyone. And trying to get people I've met to read my writings is usless. I self-published a book years ago, and my mom sent it to a mental hospital, where they made a file on me, and made legal decisions about my mental competence based on my writings. So how far do I go? Not far. I have no car, no I.D., no passport, and if I am crazy, people have helped me to it.
Posts: 5,057
Threads: 1,075
Joined: Dec 2009
10-08-2012, 10:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2012, 10:10 AM by billy.)
(10-07-2012, 05:51 PM)popeye Wrote: yeah I joined the pig pen but i'm proud of it!! it's like a badge of honour isn't it 
(10-08-2012, 12:57 AM)rowens Wrote: When I talk to people, they get angry and have people threaten me. If I try to be nice, they act like they don't know what I'm saying about them. Then there's people that try to say I must be autistic or something, and that I say things because I'm not used to human emotion; which I take as an insult. I've tried to be as civil as possible online, I think I've been pretty successful with that. Though I did get locked out of one of those "clique forums". All the rednecks that have threatened me over the years, and all the "artistic" groups of people that have thrown me out of their stores for simply saying something to someone. I've met so many uptight people, uptight to the point of sounding crazy themselves, I've just been stuck here writing, for months, trying not to see anyone. And trying to get people I've met to read my writings is usless. I self-published a book years ago, and my mom sent it to a mental hospital, where they made a file on me, and made legal decisions about my mental competence based on my writings. So how far do I go? Not far. I have no car, no I.D., no passport, and if I am crazy, people have helped me to it. fair enough but will you be coming back .
we're pretty fair here so they'll be no threatening or name calling though we can't make people like each other  .
there are always exceptions though  we only have the one redneck here and he's pretty reasonable. i've been kicked out of a few forums, usually i'm glad it happens though not always happy as to the way it happens. i know some who would be killed where they stood if poetry was a measure of how sane or bad they were.
Posts: 239
Threads: 40
Joined: Jun 2011
''When I talk to people, they get angry and have people threaten me. If I try to be nice, they act like they don't know what I'm saying about them.''
Maybe you should give the wife some flowers and chocs?
That's what we used to call some heavy shit. You seem to write well enough to me -but have I missed some big bust up? I think a certified sane person would rather stand out here. 
Posts: 5,057
Threads: 1,075
Joined: Dec 2009
no crimes was committed here
because of the life i've had i struggle to comprehend things like rowen expressed, and then you come along and sum it up well. heavy shit indeed.
Posts: 239
Threads: 40
Joined: Jun 2011
(10-08-2012, 10:31 AM)billy Wrote: no crimes was committed here
because of the life i've had i struggle to comprehend things like rowen expressed, and then you come along and sum it up well. heavy shit indeed.
In law, it is a term of art, like 'fishing expedition' or 'at arm's length' or 'in the saddle'. Or perhaps not, but it should be.
Posts: 5,057
Threads: 1,075
Joined: Dec 2009
maybe the question should be what holds us back?
some heavy shit (explained of course) would probably be No 1.
What holds me back? You might not want me to explain. I like to travel, to go on adventures through forests and cities, libraries and bookstores and antique stores, and so on. I like to experience settings and atmospheres first-hand, and write about them. And I eagerly try to get others to join me. But I'm from a town with no bookstores, no record stores, and no demand for any such things. So people turn down my offers; and family act concerned, and doctors tell them I seem to be a manic personality, that "the nature of his writing attests to this", and that I shouldn't be "enabled", or encouraged in anyway when I speak of travelling, and the "unusual" subjects I'm preoccupied with in my writings. When cofronted by a doctor, I told him that I was always so aware of my mortality and the short amount of time that I have to be in this world, and I wanted to go as many places and do as many things as possible while I still have the chance. At that point, the doctor stopped talking directly to me, and informed the other person in the room that the statement I'd just made was evidence of delusional thinking. And that most of the things I say and write are symptoms of my illness. --And for the time being, I'm stuck here, not protesting, because I'm in love with someone. Though they have since abandoned me in favor of a loud mouth, redneck drug addict that makes such comments to her as "You do right by me or else...", "I wouldn't want to have to lift my leg over you and mark my property", and "Go back to the store and get that fifty cents you lost, you fucking idiot!", he's a well respected man around here, he doesn't have to work, people give him drugs and money for free, and his girlfriend pays all his bills. I was paying some of her bills until he prohibited it. Now I'm trying to figure out what to do next.
Posts: 5,057
Threads: 1,075
Joined: Dec 2009
not a lot holds me back, laziness being the main one. i've done and loved my travelling days.
most of the nasty things that happened in my life made me stronger, quicker etc, in a circumstance as you described rowen, i think i'd just leave. but that's just me, everyone acts differently.
Posts: 2,354
Threads: 229
Joined: Oct 2010
So, with the hamster...euthanasia? Or just trying to see what killing felt like?
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
Posts: 5,057
Threads: 1,075
Joined: Dec 2009
(10-10-2012, 09:39 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote: Billy wrote................has anyone done anything really bad? I bet most have.
i have to say i've done thing's i'm too ashamed to speak of here
Me too, but on lesser level, I've squeezed the life from a dying hamster.
I put a brick inside a pile of autumn leaves and secretly watched as a boy broke his toe trying to scatter them. (Still makes me laugh)
Took someone apart enough times to break them (stops me laughing)
Hit the back of an Austin Allegro whilst singing, Tuesday's Gone, shunted it onto a zebra crossing causing it to knock over an old lady carrying her weekly shop ( milk, apples, eggs and bananas everywhere )
Sit on our garage roof, overlooking next doors fence, getting my younger mate to telephone them at 8:00am on a Saturday morning (she always answered the phone naked)
Shooting a young Sparrow after laying down bread as trap (never shot at anything since)
I once tried Mild spanking, but I kept spilling my pint that could be lost in translation, again. i'd class them as accidental or pranks.the 8am viewing of naked women i see as inventive thinking i use to go out with my air rifle and many a squirrel got it up the bottom, now i'd never dream about killing an animal i couldn't eat. the broken toe thing isn't that bad.
the hamster thing seems as bit bizarre
as kids we used to stick a piece of hollow grass up a frogs arse and blow them up like balloons, after floating them on a pond we'd throw rocks at them, at the time is was funny. not so much now, but back then we kept the frog population to an all time low. other than that my secrets stay secret
|
