"Roots"
I'm here today to talk about roots. No, not Kunta Kente, Roots. But where I come from. I realize that while I throw myself around the room to Tool or Kittie, I am truly...deep down, a metalhead. Not because I listen to Tool and Kittie, but because of where they come from. They were inspired by bands like Pink Floyd, Led Zeplin, John Lennon, AC/DC,...old school Metallica. As much as I like to snap my fingers and tap my foot to "Crawling," by Linkin Park...I'd love so much more to by getting whiplash from the lyrics "I'M YOU! SAD BUT TRUE!"....Nothing compares. I've been listening to this stuff since I was four...and probably before that. I'm sixteen now...and I'm still hooked.
There's a lot of us youngsters out there who have grown up on it...and dislike it now. But no matter how much we hate, it is still apart of us. I hate new Metallica, but I'm always going to be hooked to Sandman...
I will be posting poems shortly. Till then, pop in some brand new Motley Crew...and enjoy.
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Rant One
I don't know what I was thinking, posting that shit. I knew no one would respond to that. I suppose I was just having an inspiring moment. Well, the inspiration has fled. I'm in a darker mood now.
There are....as I see it, three kinds of people. There are people who walk around with their head held high, no matter what problem they have. They're the ones that everyone looks up to because those are the people that tend to be so strong, no matter what. Then there are the people who cry over everything aweful that comes their way. Boyfriend broke up with a girl...she cries. He gets a C on a test...he cries. Father/mother yells at son/daughter...they get angry and break things. Then there's the people who are under all those kinds of people who push those kinds of people along in life.
I am those kinds of people. I could be having the shittiest day and I only get a..."Oh, its going to be okay," deal. But when one of those people are having an equally shitty day, I am one hundred percent completely there for them. I ask what I can do to make it better. I ask what is really wrong and what has been wrong. Blah. I'm sick getting treated like shit all the fucking time! What's so insignificant about me? Why do I not matter? ...I take that back. I know I matter. But I sure don't get that from a lot of people. *tears out hair* Sometimes I wish I could just bag up all that anger and frustration....all of those people....and throw it away for a very long time. Because I'm just about completely sick of it.
I don't know what I was thinking, posting that shit. I knew no one would respond to that. I suppose I was just having an inspiring moment. Well, the inspiration has fled. I'm in a darker mood now.
There are....as I see it, three kinds of people. There are people who walk around with their head held high, no matter what problem they have. They're the ones that everyone looks up to because those are the people that tend to be so strong, no matter what. Then there are the people who cry over everything aweful that comes their way. Boyfriend broke up with a girl...she cries. He gets a C on a test...he cries. Father/mother yells at son/daughter...they get angry and break things. Then there's the people who are under all those kinds of people who push those kinds of people along in life.
I am those kinds of people. I could be having the shittiest day and I only get a..."Oh, its going to be okay," deal. But when one of those people are having an equally shitty day, I am one hundred percent completely there for them. I ask what I can do to make it better. I ask what is really wrong and what has been wrong. Blah. I'm sick getting treated like shit all the fucking time! What's so insignificant about me? Why do I not matter? ...I take that back. I know I matter. But I sure don't get that from a lot of people. *tears out hair* Sometimes I wish I could just bag up all that anger and frustration....all of those people....and throw it away for a very long time. Because I'm just about completely sick of it.
First of all, I thought that you had a very good point in the first one.
As for the second, I can completely relate. If I'm having a shitty time, everyone never quite knows what to do. If they have some problems, I'm usually one of the people they will come and talk to. There are always people that others can talk to, and usually the people who confide in them dont know how to handle the problems of those people they talk to when THEY'RE not having a good time. I think I could have articulated that better, but I'm sure you get the drift.
It's not that you're insignificant, it's that some people just dont know how to cope with hearing other's problems, especially when you're the one they go to to sort out their own problems. There we go, much more easy to understand. It sucks, I know, and there are two solutions as far as I can see. Grin and bear it, which is not one I reccomend. Everything comes out eventually. OR, you can find someone you can really talk to.
As for the second, I can completely relate. If I'm having a shitty time, everyone never quite knows what to do. If they have some problems, I'm usually one of the people they will come and talk to. There are always people that others can talk to, and usually the people who confide in them dont know how to handle the problems of those people they talk to when THEY'RE not having a good time. I think I could have articulated that better, but I'm sure you get the drift.
It's not that you're insignificant, it's that some people just dont know how to cope with hearing other's problems, especially when you're the one they go to to sort out their own problems. There we go, much more easy to understand. It sucks, I know, and there are two solutions as far as I can see. Grin and bear it, which is not one I reccomend. Everything comes out eventually. OR, you can find someone you can really talk to.
QUOTE (graciouslykillingme @ Dec 7 2004, 12:20 AM)
"Roots"
I'm here today to talk about roots. No, not Kunta Kente, Roots. But where I come from. I realize that while I throw myself around the room to Tool or Kittie, I am truly...deep down, a metalhead. Not because I listen to Tool and Kittie, but because of where they come from. They were inspired by bands like Pink Floyd, Led Zeplin, John Lennon, AC/DC,...old school Metallica. As much as I like to snap my fingers and tap my foot to "Crawling," by Linkin Park...I'd love so much more to by getting whiplash from the lyrics "I'M YOU! SAD BUT TRUE!"....Nothing compares. I've been listening to this stuff since I was four...and probably before that. I'm sixteen now...and I'm still hooked.
There's a lot of us youngsters out there who have grown up on it...and dislike it now. But no matter how much we hate, it is still apart of us. I hate new Metallica, but I'm always going to be hooked to Sandman...
I will be posting poems shortly. Till then, pop in some brand new Motley Crew...and enjoy.
I'm here today to talk about roots. No, not Kunta Kente, Roots. But where I come from. I realize that while I throw myself around the room to Tool or Kittie, I am truly...deep down, a metalhead. Not because I listen to Tool and Kittie, but because of where they come from. They were inspired by bands like Pink Floyd, Led Zeplin, John Lennon, AC/DC,...old school Metallica. As much as I like to snap my fingers and tap my foot to "Crawling," by Linkin Park...I'd love so much more to by getting whiplash from the lyrics "I'M YOU! SAD BUT TRUE!"....Nothing compares. I've been listening to this stuff since I was four...and probably before that. I'm sixteen now...and I'm still hooked.
There's a lot of us youngsters out there who have grown up on it...and dislike it now. But no matter how much we hate, it is still apart of us. I hate new Metallica, but I'm always going to be hooked to Sandman...
I will be posting poems shortly. Till then, pop in some brand new Motley Crew...and enjoy.
hmmm i just read this... if i had read it before this i would have put a message... i think its sad that some groups today are over looked compaired to others... like: almost everyone knows the beetles,.... and almost everyone knows aerosmith, the rolling stones, etc.... what i find sad, is that almost nobody has heard of cream, or david bowie... two artist(s) that i am quite fond of... you are right... all of the music we listened to in the past... no matter how little we listen to it today.. it is always there, a part of us... it is the music that when all else fails... keeps us going
QUOTE (graciouslykillingme @ Dec 7 2004, 11:13 PM)
Rant One
I don't know what I was thinking, posting that shit. I knew no one would respond to that. I suppose I was just having an inspiring moment. Well, the inspiration has fled. I'm in a darker mood now.
[SIZE=1]Then there's the people who are under all those kinds of people who push those kinds of people along in life.
I am those kinds of people. I could be having the shittiest day and I only get a..."Oh, its going to be okay," deal. But when one of those people are having an equally shitty day, I am one hundred percent completely there for them. I ask what I can do to make it better. I ask what is really wrong and what has been wrong. Blah. I'm sick getting treated like shit all the fucking time! What's so insignificant about me? Why do I not matter? ...I take that back. I know I matter. But I sure don't get that from a lot of people. *tears out hair* Sometimes I wish I could just bag up all that anger and frustration....all of those people....and throw it away for a very long time. Because I'm just about completely sick of it.
I don't know what I was thinking, posting that shit. I knew no one would respond to that. I suppose I was just having an inspiring moment. Well, the inspiration has fled. I'm in a darker mood now.
[SIZE=1]Then there's the people who are under all those kinds of people who push those kinds of people along in life.
I am those kinds of people. I could be having the shittiest day and I only get a..."Oh, its going to be okay," deal. But when one of those people are having an equally shitty day, I am one hundred percent completely there for them. I ask what I can do to make it better. I ask what is really wrong and what has been wrong. Blah. I'm sick getting treated like shit all the fucking time! What's so insignificant about me? Why do I not matter? ...I take that back. I know I matter. But I sure don't get that from a lot of people. *tears out hair* Sometimes I wish I could just bag up all that anger and frustration....all of those people....and throw it away for a very long time. Because I'm just about completely sick of it.
inspiring moments are the moments we truly know we are alive... they are the moments that let us know we exist.....
i know what you mean about the people ignoring you thing... its like.. everyone seeks me out when they have a problem... and want me to help them, no matter how much or little help i truly can give... what i always find amazing... is that they never really seem to return the favor... when i just need to talk.. they seem to totally ignore it... as if im fine... its strange... because where as i would be talking to the person and offering to help the person... when it comes to me... i have to help myself... and usually because no one helps or even considers me at these times, i get really outraged, and refuse to acknowledge people around me... maybe its my own fault... for not saying to them, hey i need some help... or hey i want to talk... but then... if im theyr friend... shouldnt they know with out me having to tell them.....?
i know what you mean and hope that if you ever need help, a friendly face, someone to talk to.... that you will seek me out...if im there... i will always be glad to talk to you and try to help you out. and that goes for anyone who seeks out my help
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