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Shall I About Yours Then?
Written 2024-07-31
- really a big pet-peeve of mine is to be commented on about my size... and it always happens wherever I go... and I'm just not getting used to it ...
I'm normal-sized now, 5'3", 125 lbs... they would have freaked seeing me years ago... I was between 107 lbs - 122 lbs until about 4 years ago... of course, I never said any of what I'm writing here to these people who make a big deal about my size... no, but I mean, they really make a big, big deal about it... it's very uncomfortable... their reactions are over the top, in my view... and it's been two years now, get over it I'm inclined to feel at this point...
the thing people don't know is that my hEDS prevents my stomach from working properly and I don't feel hunger... so clearly, overeating isn't a problem for me, but only because of a physical issue... I shared that with a colleague who often talks about her weight issues, and she seriously said that she wished she had that problem... :/
women and weight... I don't know what to say...
See, what you don't realize
Is if I were as blunt as you
Are being with me right now
Gasps would break out around us
See, you're commenting
On my size and how petite it is
And making a public spectacle
With your exclamations about it
See where I'm going with this?
What would my exclamations be
If I were to do the same about yours?
Shall I be as blunt as you and say it?
See, you're by no means petite
One would say quite honestly large
So shall I also dwell on your size
The same way you obssess over mine?
See, you may dream to be my size
But it doesn't remove the fact
That it's just not on to comment like that
What on earth is the matter with you?
How is what you're doing
Any more appropriate than
If I was as blunt as you're being?
Why you'd think I'd like it eludes me
So, have you imagined the reverse yet?
What's different about it, do tell?
See, I make no difference between the two
Would it be too much to leave my size out?
It has no element of pride for me
And I detest attention to my physicality
See, you need to get that out of your head
I don't view my size the way you do at all
So, it's enough already
There's such a thing as politeness
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pour Jey...
De mon coeur
Written 2024-07-28
Il y a tant de choses
Qui ont besoin d'être abordées
Car pendant toute ton enfance
Je t'ai gardé à l'écart de ces soucis
La seule version en ta possession
Est celle d'une personne hostile à mon égard
Qui t'a fait croire tout le contraire
Comme si c'était moi qui causait l'interférence
Tu ne sais réellement pas ce qui se passait
En arrière de tout ce qu'il te présentait
Toute l'hostilité, tout le stress, constants
C'était impossible d'avoir des discussions ensembles
Il n'y avait aucune coopération venant de sa part
Dans tous les aspects qui concernaient ses responsabilités
Non seulement ne faisait-il pas sa part, il s'imposait
Complètement dans ma vie comme si c'était normal
C'est pour cette raison qu'il déteste mon mari
Un jour, il a mit son pied par terre et l'a retourné de bord
Chose que je n'arrivais pas à faire, ne m'écoutait jamais
Il fallait un homme pour le remettre à sa place
Et, sans surprises, il ne l'a jamais accepté
Tout comme notre séparation
Mais nous n'étions jamais un bon match
Cela était bien trop évident dès le départ
Et malgré ton impression que c'est moi qui est en colère
Et qui n'aime pas ton père, cela n'a jamais été vrai
C'est vrai j'ai eu des moments où j'ai perdu ma patience
Un peu, mais j'espère que tu pourras me le pardonner
C'était des fois difficiles d'entendre les bêtises
Qu'il te racontait et que tu naturellement croyais
T'étais juste un petit enfant qui ne pouvait pas voir
L'absurdité des assertions que son père lui faisait
On ne fait pas trois autres enfants si on a pas les moyens
Surtout s'il n'y a pas de moyens pour le premier, en plus
Qu'il t'a fait croire que mes attentes étaient irraisonnables
Quand tout ce qui m'importait est que ton bien soit répondu
Je crois qu'il te manque beaucoup de parties à l'histoire
Et maintenant que tu es adulte, on devrait les aborder
Car je crois que c'est ce qui se passe en ce moment
Ces choses nous bloquent à être ensembles de ton côté
Et je trouve dommage de laisser comme ça
Car toutes ces émotions ne nous appartiennent pas
Elles ne sont pas arrivées entre toi et moi
Et ce serait bien que tu t'en rendes compte à présent
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Never Thought It'd Ever Be Possible
Written 2024-07-27
- I can honestly say that I'm no longer terrified of people or of stepping out of my home... anxiety is still there, but it's not the terror I used to feel... and I'm a whole lot better at managing the anxiety bursts to bring them down when they arise... I never thought any of it possible...
What was, what is :
Childhood -- violence and abuse, traumas
Teens -- violence, abuse, roaming the streets, poverty, death, traumas
Young adult and on for years -- motherhood, dealing with the symptoms and sorting out the traumas, poverty
Now (last 2 years) -- living out of the house and being with people on a regular basis, working an amazing job, total financial freedom...
Hard to say where the words are
To explain in no uncertain terms
How all of this actually makes me feel
Still lingers a feeling of surreality to it
The huge contrast between what was, what is
And how all of it was simply unattainable
Despite the many years of efforts put in
And now? It's completely unrecognizable
Been told I should be proud of myself (even congratulate myself)
But oh, that only feels all too strange to do
In truth, there's still more progress to achieve
It's not to say, though, that now isn't good
This is exactly what I was hoping for
And I'm actually managing and doing well
My life has drastically changed for the better
And it feels like I'm finally getting to live it
Never thought this perspective would
Ever be mine to experience in my time
All I'd ever had involved a lot of suffering
It was inconceivable it'd ever be different
So that lingering sense of surreality
Kind of hangs about in my moments
When I take in all of the drastic changes
And how I'm doing well in all of that
Truly didn't believe it would ever happen
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Lion
Written 2024-07-21
nah, I don't spend my time thinking about this stuff... but things do pop up in mind once in a while out of the blue... he was known as Lion (said in French) on the streets... to be clear, I was not there engaging in criminal activity or part of the chase or none of that... I saw him later after the incident and he told me what happened...
Remember the night
Everything went to hell
How quickly things
Degenerated to tragedy
A friend got himself into
A heap of trouble while
High as a kite engaging
In criminal activity
Ensued a car police chase
And then a chase on foot
In which he crossed the busy
Autoroute dodging the cars
To then jump over the railing
Of the overpass, falling meters
Down to the pavement below
Completely shattering his body
He survived but the damage
Was too great for any repair, he was
Now quadriplegic at the age of twenty
Because of a really stupid moment...
It's not something you forget
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About That Guy Who Recently Was Shot
Written 2024-07-15
I've never experienced this before,
But to actually have my skin crawl
At the sight of that ignoramus 'cause
His whole vibe is completely repugnant
Is a strong reaction to have about someone.
I cannot for the life of me find any
Redeeming qualities to this man.
He's as vaccuous as vaccuous can be.
It's a complete mystery to me what
Anyone can see in him to want to follow.
He's an absolute well-established loser of life
Who cheats his way to get what he wants.
And his only interest really is himself.
As for him being a straight-up tell-it-like-it-is guy,
That's a load of nonsense, not what he does at all.
Have you listened to what he says?
The guy can't string sentences together,
Let alone coherent or reasonable ideas,
That make any damn sense.
He says nothing, and he rambles on.
How can anyone be attracted to that?
It's a sincere head-scratcher to me.
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R.I.P. F.i.in.e Moods (1989-2024)
Written 2024-07-13
- on to the next chapters of my life... I realize this is a bit weird to express it in this way, but there you go...
Here's a very embarrassing admission... F.i.in.e Moods stands for: Fucked up, Insecure, Insanely Neurotic, Emotional Moods... I know it's nothing brilliant, but it certainly felt fitting at the time... the origins are lifted from Aerosmith's song F*I*N*E from their 1989 Pump album...
I've decided to finally lay her to rest
For she has fulfilled her protection of me
Through all those years of immeasurable pain
I was left to deal with after all of the horrors.
We 'came together' when I was a preteen,
During those years when I started roaming the streets.
F*I*N*E was my nickname then because of the patch
I'd sewn on my jean jacket displaying those letters.
It's how I was called by all on the streets,
So it's been an association for a very long time,
And so in a way she's been a part of me through everything
I had to deal with, seeing me through many rough spots.
When I started writing online about all I'd experienced,
I modified my nickname to F.i.in.e Moods,
And she somehow was a strengthened F*I*N*E who
Became my shield to hide behind to protect myself.
But today, I do not need to protect myself anymore.
I'm no longer terrified or pained or hidden away
To the extremes I needed to survive for so many years,
So this survival mechanism is truly no longer required.
I have to admit that I'm sad to let her go,
It feels like a death of a dear one to me.
But I know at this juncture it's what's needed
For me to move on to the next steps of my life.
So, I can only say my goodbye to my dearest FM,
She'll always hold a special place in my heart.
But it's time for me to step out of my hiding,
And allow myself to exist in this world as only me.
All that happened isn't anywhere near who I am,
And she and I only existed because of what happened.
But that time is gone, and though it was a great
Support, it's over now... she can rest at last, as can I.
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Plays On the Mind
Written 2024-07-12
Whenever you say nothing
My mind seeks to fill in the blanks,
And of course, goes to the most
Negative possibilities there could be.
Have to, with much effort, stop it
From spiralling into the worst
Of scenarios my imagination
Can spring up to speculate on.
Not sure why I'm so insecure
When you have nothing to say.
But whenever this happens,
It relentlessly plays on my mind.
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the joys of service providers...
Webhosting provider
Written 2024-07-07
The website here has been online
Since 20 May 2005, and when we
Became involved at managing
The site in 2009, the webhosting
Provider was changed at that point,
If I'm not mistaken on that one.
That was fine, there were no issues,
But our webhosting provider then got
Bought out by another company,
And then that company got bought out
By another company, so our original
Choice as provider has long been gone.
The companies have all been from
One area in Europe, and although
They are happy to accept business
From English-speaking customers,
Can't say their employees actually
Know how to use it with much efficiency.
So simple contacts for simple info
Can turn into a very drawn-out affair,
'Cause evidently, there's a language issue
Between us to understand each other clearly.
Put into the mix that they are also very
Disorganized in their operations...
It is very, very rare to get clear explanations
Or even clear info, 'cause in the span of
Eight emails, there are many contradictions,
And often contrary assertions to what
They initially started from, and you're left
Really not sure what the hell they're on about.
A lot of time has to be wasted to get
Any sort of sensible answer from them.
So, yeah, after years of this, I always
Get weary now any time I have to contact them.
Every time always ends in complete exasperation,
I think I've come to actually dread it at this point.
This time they contacted us mid-May
To inform us that our plan/contract
Would be terminated on 31 May, and
That they would move our site to
A newer technology server.... (again!)
Then tell us it'll happen around 13 June.
But then tell us in July, sorry, they don't know
At this time when the move will be scheduled,
But that 7 days before the move they would
Notify us of the date this will be happening.
Then tell us, after many emails trying to find
Out what our new system will be and cost,
We are going to maintain our current contract
With no cost changes when we are moved,
And that the costs quoted are only for new contracts.
To this very moment, it's beyond me why they
Quoted me the costs for new contracts when I'd
Specifically asked if the migration would affect our costs.
So all of the ten emails could have been
Resolved in one had they just answered
My initial question which was based
On what they had informed me was happening.
And it's always like this for any sort of contact with them,
Have quite a number of examples accumulated over the years.
I'm really working hard to remain patient
When it comes to these guys, and I can tell you,
The less contact with them, the better...
It'll drive you crazy, I swear.
But despite all of the big niggles of their poor operations,
They still remain one of the most inexpensive out there.
So, yeah.
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