12:03 p.m. - 2007-12-21
No, I'm not a stalker
I worry when I write/talk/"open up about" stuff like in my last entry. I start to think that I've gone so far into escape and avoid land that I don't really properly "relate" to other people. Of course, then I rebut with "but my friends all like me. They say I'm a great guy." Which then sparks all the "I don't count", "I don't deserve", "I'm not worthy" stuff and so I don't know what to think. I remind myself 'I'm a nice guy' and that lots of people feel the same way.

It's amazing what Jr. High did to me.

I find it amazing that anybody survives Jr. High (now-a-days known as 'Middle School'". Of course it would have been a bit more tolerable if I actually had someone to talk to and who would listen -- like my parents. However, that's when they decided that they were done with any heavy-lifting parenting type duties. They'd been through it all with my brothers and so I was supposed to have "learned from their mistakes". If they were raising me today, they'd be dragged in by Child Services for neglect.

Enough for now. It's time for lunch.

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