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by **OMNICELL** on Thu Apr 19, 2012 3:26 pm

Im horrified that I had a mother.

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Im horrified that I fell in love with _____.

I loved _____, Im not sure what went wrong.

I loved _____. She just didn't get it.

Just because people need. Doesn't mean they need me. When Im the perfect match for her, When I would stay with her the rest of my life, when Im an honorable man that would love her with all of my heart. They responded:

1. Weakling
2. He meant nothing to me
3. Not enough money

I loved each one of these girls. I was not good enough. Im the best person that will ever cross their path. And the best person they had ever seen.. When will the stupidity of this general stop. When?

Weakling: Denotes someone that actually sees the others inner self and values that inner self. However, I simply don't have a truck or money.

He meant nothing to me: The viewer is in love with the girl. The viewer is honorable/upright/bright/real/honest/decent. The viewer does not have enough money/status/social positioning/popularity . Therefore, the viewer is looked at with contempt. No questions are asked. The viewer is thrown aside for another. My friendship means nothing to the person. Has no value.

Not enough money: contempt for those that rely on character. Suggesting one is greater then God, and only attracting those that are greater then the god ideal. Those looking and who believe they have found " real power on earth"..... They " got it going on". There looking for Gods, Gods that will knowledge Gods. "Im a God", "Your a God", "Lets worship each other". I don't want or cannot partake in this type of philosophy.

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I gave up dating when I was very young. I was a decent person in a very indecent world. I just wanted friends. I wanted someone to love. Horrified and crippled and confused from the confusing interacts with women, with anyone, I hid myself away. I did not know what to do. The equation could not be broken. I was an honest decent person that was not wanted. I will explain this in a deeper way in a different Blog. I will write more on this later.

The people ( women of interest, and anyone I tried to get close to) were despicable. It didn't matter what walk of life they were from. I was treated with such disrespect and contempt I gave up. I had no choice. I was stunned by the interactions that I had witnessed. I was shocked by the utter callousness of people.I simply did not know what to do.

If I looked like I had money, I was in. When they found out I had no money, I was out.

I gave up on women, not because I wanted to. Because no matter how hard I tried,I was not good enough. they taught me to give up. I was taught that a decent honest man was laughable and not wanted. No wall was left to climb, all doors had been shut. It seemed that their was always conditions to knowing someone. Nothing was authentic, nothing sacred. In confusion I had no choice. I gave up. I as an honest man, was of no interest. I looked up to God and through my hands in the air. He looked at me " Im so sorry, Ill buy a truck or something and make it up to you. Im so sorry, I never planed it this way!".

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I plan to date again.

First Im going to dump all the stuff I can about my past and pain and everything else.. Get it out, keep going..

Im scared to death that Im not enough. That being nice isn't enough. I know how to attract women. It doesn't matter. It seems nothing but a game of charades.

Im not sure what to do. I feel like Im from another planet with a different set of values. I cannot live up to the most basic of interests that women want. I would have to lie about everything. I don't want to lie to anyone. I just want to be myself.

I would like to be esteemed for my true worth. I don't know what to do....

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by **OMNICELL** on Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:35 am

As I slowly press onward and inward I realize I am alone. Nothing has changed. The world is as I left it. It was a horrible place when I left. An indifferent Godless place. Nothing has changed. It remains the same. As I look for what is real, I look for it alone.

When I was a small boy in school, first or second grade, I loved the Christ based Christmas shows every year. In those days God was everywhere in the school systems. The flag was everywhere and one had to say the pledge of allegiance to the flag every morning. That was a time before the insanity of Darwin and these other backward loonisies that hit the school systems in he 80's. This is before the neglect of the children. Before the abandonment of the American flag and the American child by its country. Before the bulling. Before the gun rules and gangs. The world was still owned by the family not the state. The man in the family ruled everything everywhere. A Women's roll was not to take over a man. Her roll was to help. Women were not men, and men were not women. Men were brought up to work and protect and take care of a family. In those days a mans outlook had a chance. He did not feel like he was living in someone else's country while his borders disappeared out from underneath him. He now lives in a giant parking lot, and he lives alone. No connection to self to his neighbor, or his original blue print.

The world is a lesser place of faith. The people are colder, meaner, more evil. I feel people are more sociopathic then before. Children had God when I was young. No one crossed this idea, no one crossed this line. This idea was based on love and security, faith. Love and security was the right of the family. When the families rights began to disappear, so the right to feel individual disappeared. Thus, the system began to take over the family and the boundaries of self provision..

The family values are gone... The family system has been destroyed. The family system is no more.

Honer and integrity mean nothing in todays societies. I am an honorable man. Im an honest man. Im a dumb stump.

Does honesty have any value, No. Not in this land. Im an honorable person. I have a good name! does this mean anything to anyone, NO!. Its not a value of importance. It means nothing.

Its who I am, not what I do.

love me for who I am, not who I know.

You either love me or you don't. Ive lost all family system members over this, and most , if not all my friends.

At one time women liked me because I was honorable and respectable, not because of the amount of money I brought in every month. I was a decent man. Not now!. Things have changed. Now its about who you know, and where you work, what school you went to, how much money does your family have.

If you have little money, its rape. If you are the middle class, its incest, if you are of the rich, its privilege. If you are the victim, its the rope for you.!

Respect has no place among the human race. Respect has no respect.

Im a respectful person, Im not going to change this, it is the best part of me. It always has been.

Racism:

Im basically a none racial person.However I do have a kind of reversed racism. Im afraid someone who want's to know me will reject me when they find out I don't live up to the racial propaganda performance level of the caucasian middle class look.. In other words, they will think Im a looser. And they wont be friends with me. This is sad for me. Nothing new in the land of performance.

Why pick one race that might not like me. Why bring race into this. I get slammed for being a looser across the board by all people. Its equal opportunity judgement. Its about performance. Performance prejudice; dealing with the performance nazis. If I don't perform like a monkey should, Im not accepted. If I don't perform like a monkey, none of the other monkeys let me into monkey island society. I guess Im suppose to feel bad about this. I don't.

Writing prejudice...

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by **OMNICELL** on Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:22 am

Self perception:

I can look a specific way or ignite a sense of enrichment. Is it me or a perception!. On one hand I look rich while Im poor. On the other hand I can look poor as I am culturally wealthy. Who am I. I pose that question to the onlooker. I pose that question to myself.

I hate predictability. I look or dress a certain fashionable, I am judged that I aught to be the image that I dress.

I act the sophisticate, therefore, I must have monetary wealth or come from wealth. Who am I. I pose that question to the onlooker; to myself.

I cant wake up. My mind is to weak. Ive been here before, many years ago. My mind has been damaged. It doesn't matter what I look like, How wealthy my imagination. It makes no difference who I know, or what potential I have. I have a limited capacity to be present. Within the presentness, I have a limited capacity to engage. I look like I can engage, I attract like I can engage. I cannot engage.
From a distance, everything looks possible. Closer forward, things are not what they appear.

Wishful thinking:
At any given moment, things can go my way. Im having a better day, I look better, More resolute, a sound mind. However, the emotional dissociative barometer reads by the hour, not by the life time. Anything can and will change in short moments. One morning Im feeling sophisticated, looking sophisticated. The next morning I feel like a teenager, I dress and act like a teenager. I have no stability of identity; I switch to often for countability. My mind cannot be counted on. My principals can achieve whiskful solidarity, my mind cannot.

Misperceptions:

I refuse to tell anyone anything about myself. I have associated with people at a distance. I continue to associate with people at a distance. Until someone is smart enough to ask the right questions I will not participate. Unless someone asked any questions, I will retaliate. I will not sell myself to the lowest bidder. I might to the highest. They better have a higher IQ then the average seedPole. Hmmm.

Im attempting to build a life for the third time.
Ive been here before, Ive been to this part of the world, mind inside mind. It feels like walking on a tightrope. I must not fall of off this tight rope. I cannot handle the stress of being thrown to the wolves to be eaten alive.
If I didn't live in America I would be dead, my mind would not survive it. I could never handle the outside world. Im not suggesting all is lost or all is bad, I am learning a new way to live. I doubt I will ever be able to completely function on my own. Alas, My brain will collapse within itself from the pressure. That is the way of things. It is damage. I look forward to getting away from, or staying away from those that refuse to understand this condition.

I will continue to venture out and get well. As well as I can. I owe no one an explanation for this. for my condition. No one!.

Goals:
Learning to connect..
Art continues to grow
New mountain bikes
Telescope stuff would be nice
music equipment
For the future 50%/50% ratio for toys vs relationships. I should have a personal law that implies; for every new toy I must have one real relationship to counter the balance. Isolation vs relationships. I need both.

by **OMNICELL** on Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:22 am

Still a bit shaky, better then a few days ago.

SLowly moving forward

Art creation is picking up; drums are moving into a beginning-advanced stage of exploration. Drum technique is of the professional nature. Im at the beginning of this stage. This aint bad for a guy who didn't know who he was a few years ago.. Piano and song writing is slowly heading forward. Compositions through computer software is challenging. Im up for this challenge. Im slowly heading forward as I experiment with musical ideas.

Art creation is extremely important to my mental health. First, it creates goals. I keep my mind on goals and not on unhealthy anxieties. Secondly, Im outside away from the apartment. Thus, isolation is halted.
I like to go to church!. I play and practice drums on off hours at my church. Also, I practice the piano and create my songs. I get to beat the $#%^ out of things creatively, this lets out tension. Also, Singing allows tension build up to be released through vocal exercises and yell/singing to my death punk metal piano pieces. Creative expression works both sides of the body; Right arms, left arms, right leg, left leg, this is a very healthy thing. My imagination is worked, and I accomplish the finishing of a creation. creating is good for a person.

Assassination or acceptance, that depends on how well I write my electronic letters.
As I wake up, spelling and grammar are becoming more important. I have Grammar sites for study. I am dyslexic so spelling is up to the spell checker.
I will have to learn how to write again. Iv'e been mentally gone for so many years that I did not spend anytime at a computer for writing. Im now waking up to this interesting situation.

People/
The internet:
Reaching out to people has been the focal point of interest. Lately Ive attempted connection in the real world. Its been ######6 scary as hell. Im doing it. Im finding that Im not getting rejected. Yet, I have no development dealing with people. Im afraid my immaturity is going to cause human connection trouble for some time. However, its all about practice at this point. People come and people go. I will continue to work on my presentation as a caring person. ITs not as easy as it looks when dealing with people. Im slowly learning the art of listening and communication through trial and error.

People in person:
Dealing with people face to face is less fearful. Dissociative disorder is still alive and well. And, Im not giving my power away like I used to. Im learning to keep my neediness for God. The less needy I am around people, the less power they have over me. Its not easy. Its all work.
I don't like being judged by people; I stay away from judgers. Unless I feel someone is genuine and has my interests at heart, I refrain from association. However,I feel safe around kind understanding people. I hate backstabbers. Even more, I hate gamers ruining my life . Im a simple person, I like and appreciate authentic decent kind people.

Its attraction not promotion

As I throw myself out into the world I gain experience,I gain wisdom,I get beat-up. Im not alone anymore.

What is mental stability?

Im less Afraid now. \Just a little bit less afraid.

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Went walking around tonight. Im still sick.. all my life with this condition. Its everywhere in me. Im lucky to be alive. Acceptance is the key... Growing up didn't turn out how I planned . I didn't know my family was the SS Third Reich. Time to let go and let God.

Writing these blogs has been very therapeutic in my later recovery process.

by **OMNICELL** on Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:14 am

Im a bit shaky today...

Long Blog, I will paraphrase:

Who am I in the scheme of things. Why am I so alone all the time. Misunderstood all the time. Im a decent person, yet, I have no real friends. Nothing. Its very difficult and strange. I know the intellectual answers, thats not what Im asking. I am afraid of rejection from people, simply because they have the power. No one has to accept me or like me. Because of this stress, I stay in a controlled dream world, a safer place. A more lonely place.
The answer is God and courage and letting go of the outcome. I cannot control others. Nor can I afford to get involved with individuals or groups if they flake on me all the time. I have to learn to get my needs met from God and help others... I feel so worthless to the world, like I have no value...

I have been reaching out lately. I have been doing what Ive said Im going to do. It is hard, terrifying. It is stressful. I have not gotten rejected yet. I have made new acquaintance. They come and go, I am not of there most important thoughts. One has to let go of the outcome, keep plugging away at it.

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Dealing with others: Some of the girls in my meetings look "O" so Yummy! I know when girls like me. They start show'n up around me. I know how girls are... YEt I get intimidated. They look so good... I was just fantasizing about them, Now their staring me down.. And so young, not all, not that it matters. Everything is legal, but its close... Girls are girls, older girl-women are still women-girls. ( is this real or fantasy, as the Queen song would say). I don't know what people think of me. Until I do, Im dreaming or guessing or fantasizing, Nothing more. When I ask someone out, I will know.

Im to immature to date.. Im not at that point. The mental illness took its toll on me, especially dealing with maturity and relationships... The PTSD is what Im married to, or martyred , murdered to.

I want all those girls, yet Im afraid. Im afraid they will know Im thinking bad things. Women have power over me, Im not sure how to describe it. They hypnotize me... Im taken by them. Im left floating like a soap flake.

Man must approach a women. He has to... Man has to build status and attraction.. He must, or no go. I will practice saying hello, Just saying hello and leaving. Im so close to doing this. Im still to dissociative. Im getting better. Im getting closer. So close. Its about being afraid of rejection. Yet, Im finding the girls, other people are scared just like me. Scared of this life. They just put up such a big act.. It scares me, the rejection front they put on. Im wondering why I should bother to play this game if they are dishonest to start with. Its all confusing for me... I guess a person takes their chances. Its that simple. When I stop being a puss, things will get better, Ill get some action..

Im scared to death about the porn... Im not sure. its not the porn, its the girls reactions to it. Not just "it", but more then "it". Her reactions to allot of things that may not make sense to a normal girl. Im frightened that I will frighten her away... more, that I would have to change. HMmm..... I want my cave... Its mine. Its safe..

Biggest problems: My apartment is a working art of destruction. I can evaluate my mental condition on my apartments condition. Usually when my apartment is thrashed, it means Im going through mental tribulation. I cannot react to things, or interact to things. I am not present. I do not control it. I cant control it.

I cannot will myself into a new way of thinking. My thinking is plagued by the atrocities I saw, witnessed and was ran through,. different forms of torture leave their marks, they have left me crippled. My mind is weak, very weak. Its a good mind, a nice mind. Well, that all depends on who is occupying...

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53: Nothing has changed except me

52 Self Perception and the perception of others

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