Don't give me names
Our roles are assigned by others. You see me as someone then I am it. It is difficult to change, perhaps even impossible. One can see that this role is no longer fits (if it ever did) and try to switch roles. But you see what you want to see, if I think you are this person who just do not like this and like that so I can not attention when you do like that. What flooded it sounds ... What I försälker say is that we all do self-fulfilling prophecy on the other. We attribute a person certain qualities, and become blind to it as does not match the picture we already have. We believe that the person is in a sense, we pay attention to all of nature with these thoughts but do not see the others - it is not important and we will register but unconsciously. It's there, we can produce it, if we are asked about it. But who cares?
I do not know who I am, I am not, or no? When I'm home with my family (ie mom, dad and others) I am not. Allan others are so damn important and good, and I can not measure up. When I'm home with my family (ie bus), I am one. I am someone who is competent, caring, kind, loving, caring, loved, worshiped ... And so on (yes, I can be "stupid mom" also, but the bus want to marry me so so bad, it is not). When I'm in school, I am one. I am one of the best in class with my grades and my knowledge, my hunger for knowledge and my desire to learn. At work, I am one. Care, caring, kind, caring, leading, following ...
I would not go away, I can not be seen for who I am? (But who am I?) I would not be compared to anyone, least of all with my sister, whom I love and adore and realize the "perfect" - how could I measure up to her? But we are course, different! She is perfect in its -, it is impossible not saying I'm perfect in my own way. (I realize that nobody is perfect, that's just my way of describing 'the best a person can be based on their own ability. ") But the Habs NNS like I always have to stand back-to-back with her to measure who is the greatest ... And her properties are valued higher than mine, apparently ... So next to her, I am small, invisible.
Please, write to no roles for me. I have not yet figured out who I am, so how do you determine that I am he (or it)?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Exerices After Ulner Nerve Operation
The beautiful people
Another day finished then.
I can not stand to be idle, feel pain throughout the body and are so constantly tired ... Moreover, I still do not keep sexual daydreams out of my head - how hard I try (but I believe in the idea that I ovulate today so there could explain it). I wonder why, when I have studied and been (too) busy, I have really good measurements. Thought I was different. Like other way around. Has never thought that I was the one who wanted things to do all the time, it was then that I would feel good. But, I felt not good goals in the past when I was idle ... So why not? A whole new world opens up for me, lots of opportunities. If not I need peace and quiet as can be I really do anything. If life is full of chaos and stress makes me happy - bring it on.
It's actually really sad to not go to school. There I was one. Here at home I'm just the same old self. An 'I' I do not feel comfortable with. I often feel like nobody listens to me when I speak, especially at home with family. Nothing wrong with them, perhaps wrong of me, above all, they are well accustomed to, I'll take it. I can sit and talk about something when someone just stop to say something to someone else, which may lead to a whole new conversation. And then I sit there, with words that must not leave my mouth. Stocks in my throat and wait. And I'm sitting there so nicely and waiting. Sometimes I go on, not unlikely, then on my own initiative. But I hate it. Why can not I say to be important? Or perhaps most of all: why can not I get be important?
Between Children like to argue that they have the hardest ... Many agree with them and it may well have to continue. But they do not know what it is like to be the youngest. An older siblings rarely see in a young and think that they would like to be like that. A younger sibling looks all the time on their legacy and try to imitate, emulate and be as good. For my part, did it, and certainly in many other cases. One can just be yourself, try to imitate someone else you become a poor copy and never superior to the original. It is also difficult to "beat" some that are perfect. Yes, I'm really envious of my siblings. Always has been. I do not know them so I do not know either, but they seem to have a good and happy. Moreover, they are still together with their child's other parent ... Failure on my part again?
And their children are healthy ... Most jealous maybe I'm on it ... (I love and adore my nieces and nephews, it is not.)
In Säter I am someone else. I get really good grades. I have people around me who do not know me from before, do not know how great my family is and therefore can not compare me with them. It's that new opportunity I have waited so long. At last I managed to something! Then you can discuss how difficult it is to get good grades in these subjects, some would surely argue that it is the world's easiest thing to learn to nurse. As a dad. He has not understood, it shows. Probably do not know even know what a nurse is ... Does anyone know anyway? I sit and is so damn proud of I know what an important profession there is. If you say assistant to someone, will it automatically to a person beds beds and clears the creek? (It need no education, I would say.) The immensely broad knowledge we need for it is we who are closest to the patient and must to report (for example) if we notice any significant change, whether an "ordinary person" understands this vital change? It can be so unobtrusive that it does not register themselves on arrival. Important knowledge ...
I am important. I'm there.
Now I'm completely out of it I would write about. Does it take imorn instead. Is this cutie who is snoring beside me.
But now I sleep. Sweet dreams!
Another day finished then.
I can not stand to be idle, feel pain throughout the body and are so constantly tired ... Moreover, I still do not keep sexual daydreams out of my head - how hard I try (but I believe in the idea that I ovulate today so there could explain it). I wonder why, when I have studied and been (too) busy, I have really good measurements. Thought I was different. Like other way around. Has never thought that I was the one who wanted things to do all the time, it was then that I would feel good. But, I felt not good goals in the past when I was idle ... So why not? A whole new world opens up for me, lots of opportunities. If not I need peace and quiet as can be I really do anything. If life is full of chaos and stress makes me happy - bring it on.
It's actually really sad to not go to school. There I was one. Here at home I'm just the same old self. An 'I' I do not feel comfortable with. I often feel like nobody listens to me when I speak, especially at home with family. Nothing wrong with them, perhaps wrong of me, above all, they are well accustomed to, I'll take it. I can sit and talk about something when someone just stop to say something to someone else, which may lead to a whole new conversation. And then I sit there, with words that must not leave my mouth. Stocks in my throat and wait. And I'm sitting there so nicely and waiting. Sometimes I go on, not unlikely, then on my own initiative. But I hate it. Why can not I say to be important? Or perhaps most of all: why can not I get be important?
Between Children like to argue that they have the hardest ... Many agree with them and it may well have to continue. But they do not know what it is like to be the youngest. An older siblings rarely see in a young and think that they would like to be like that. A younger sibling looks all the time on their legacy and try to imitate, emulate and be as good. For my part, did it, and certainly in many other cases. One can just be yourself, try to imitate someone else you become a poor copy and never superior to the original. It is also difficult to "beat" some that are perfect. Yes, I'm really envious of my siblings. Always has been. I do not know them so I do not know either, but they seem to have a good and happy. Moreover, they are still together with their child's other parent ... Failure on my part again?
And their children are healthy ... Most jealous maybe I'm on it ... (I love and adore my nieces and nephews, it is not.)
In Säter I am someone else. I get really good grades. I have people around me who do not know me from before, do not know how great my family is and therefore can not compare me with them. It's that new opportunity I have waited so long. At last I managed to something! Then you can discuss how difficult it is to get good grades in these subjects, some would surely argue that it is the world's easiest thing to learn to nurse. As a dad. He has not understood, it shows. Probably do not know even know what a nurse is ... Does anyone know anyway? I sit and is so damn proud of I know what an important profession there is. If you say assistant to someone, will it automatically to a person beds beds and clears the creek? (It need no education, I would say.) The immensely broad knowledge we need for it is we who are closest to the patient and must to report (for example) if we notice any significant change, whether an "ordinary person" understands this vital change? It can be so unobtrusive that it does not register themselves on arrival. Important knowledge ...
I am important. I'm there.
Now I'm completely out of it I would write about. Does it take imorn instead. Is this cutie who is snoring beside me.
But now I sleep. Sweet dreams!
Cytherea ΑΝΑΛ
Butteflies and hurricanes
I got an email yesterday ...
Thanks for your extended essay on panic!
You have written an excellent job describing the basic ideas from the psychodynamic theory, behavioral theory and cognitive theory. You use then concepts from these different theories to see the explanations and treatments in panic disorder.
work well structured and very interesting to read. Finally, you contribute to your personal reflections. In my opinion, you have worked at Distinction level.
You have done an excellent job, and along with your performance in theme 1, this means that you get the grade Distinction in Psychology course A and course in psychology B.
Can not describe the feeling ...
(VG: Basic Medical
MVG: Healthcare, Computing, Psychology A, Psychology B)
Yeay!
Thanks for your extended essay on panic!
You have written an excellent job describing the basic ideas from the psychodynamic theory, behavioral theory and cognitive theory. You use then concepts from these different theories to see the explanations and treatments in panic disorder.
work well structured and very interesting to read. Finally, you contribute to your personal reflections. In my opinion, you have worked at Distinction level.
You have done an excellent job, and along with your performance in theme 1, this means that you get the grade Distinction in Psychology course A and course in psychology B.
Can not describe the feeling ...
(VG: Basic Medical
MVG: Healthcare, Computing, Psychology A, Psychology B)
Yeay!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Skin Cream Crisco Shortening
Sunday morning
have forgotten to update the new position (why did I do that? New rating was perhaps not so important, no health care topic + without saying much). Anyway:
MVG 2
Personal care and work
Data
VG 1 st
Medical Basic
G 0 tr
IG 0 pc
I wonder where Psychology A and B ports ...
Now I lay me with a glass of wine and a book ... if I can ...
(New MM seems to suck ... sadly.)
have forgotten to update the new position (why did I do that? New rating was perhaps not so important, no health care topic + without saying much). Anyway:
MVG 2
Personal care and work
Data
VG 1 st
Medical Basic
G 0 tr
IG 0 pc
I wonder where Psychology A and B ports ...
Now I lay me with a glass of wine and a book ... if I can ...
(New MM seems to suck ... sadly.)
Examples Of Supplementary Angles In Life
Pretty as a ($)
So when you sit quite suddenly with a lot of time in your hands and do not know what to get to ...
Has also headaches of something so unlikely as to blow up balloons. Little Bus would leave the party at a girl so talented mother made arrangements nice package, containing beautiful Wax and a "My Little Pony" pysselbok, and adorned them with a fine paper butterfly (which I turned - childhood memories indeed) and, as written, balloons (two pink with gold band would look like a butterfly, the paper was also decorated with butterflies with green background). How can I get headaches from it?
In all cases, when I strolled around yesterday to buy the gift so it strikes me - it was very girly everything. The interesting thing is still that I deleted from her, she has everything in pink, so here I am glad that she is safe think about the type "My Little Pony" and the like. Actually wanted to go to and buy something more neutral, but I wanted her to be happy. Do any dilemma here? While I am not responsible for how she is brought up - apparently sees no problem with the mother that the girl is typical girly. And I'm not saying it's wrong either. But when built it is on even more when I buy something girly, and it will continue. Who knows, maybe she would be super happy to get some cars or something typical boys, lots of girly things, she has already.
Notice here how little I know about boys things - Bus is the most neutral toys (if you can call leksakskök with accessories, dolls and stuffed animals neutral - one would certainly say that it was girly). His favorite color is pink. He wants my clothes (today we had a fight about whose the new stylish Dita Von Teese-shirt was) and when he is grown he will wear a dress. :) And I must not cut his long, beautiful, blond hair. For it is that I refuse to give the typical boy things to him, if he does not want very much to have it. Lego and Playmobil are pretty neutral in all cases.
No, I think that I'm doing a pretty good job with him. Of course he is a boy, he's dick and I'm proud! : P But why should I dictate how he should behave (well of course, but beyond that) or what he will think about, think, feel or be? I think I let him have one large room to find himself, I encourage his interests (if they are sound, toy guns, he will never get). Mostly, I am proud of how he developed and will . He is a small individual molds and special, for him, thinking. He is really good at talking and telling, play and imagination - with pens and paper, words and lekar.Hmm, got into something completely different than what I would write. :)
Yesterday I handed in my extended essay in Psychology B. Hope G - nothing else is really more important than to be approved. Will get mail next week with the grade. But now I'm sitting here and are on summer vacation, two weeks until my job starts. So I have time and time and time again. But I do not really know what to do. Yesterday I went to the library to return the psychology literature, and found myself drawn to the medicine shelf. So I borrowed Anatomy and Physiology 2, it was a bit (mostly Latin) that I have not found in my Medical Course, and Medicine and Religion. Do I not think I have sommalov and can read a bit ordinary fiction now?
Now I must disclose a bit, Bus have built an obstacle course of ALL of their stuff in the hall (which is already crowded) and besides, I have sacrificed a lot of household chores when I have written my work, have a lot of disk among other things.
Has also headaches of something so unlikely as to blow up balloons. Little Bus would leave the party at a girl so talented mother made arrangements nice package, containing beautiful Wax and a "My Little Pony" pysselbok, and adorned them with a fine paper butterfly (which I turned - childhood memories indeed) and, as written, balloons (two pink with gold band would look like a butterfly, the paper was also decorated with butterflies with green background). How can I get headaches from it?
In all cases, when I strolled around yesterday to buy the gift so it strikes me - it was very girly everything. The interesting thing is still that I deleted from her, she has everything in pink, so here I am glad that she is safe think about the type "My Little Pony" and the like. Actually wanted to go to and buy something more neutral, but I wanted her to be happy. Do any dilemma here? While I am not responsible for how she is brought up - apparently sees no problem with the mother that the girl is typical girly. And I'm not saying it's wrong either. But when built it is on even more when I buy something girly, and it will continue. Who knows, maybe she would be super happy to get some cars or something typical boys, lots of girly things, she has already.
Notice here how little I know about boys things - Bus is the most neutral toys (if you can call leksakskök with accessories, dolls and stuffed animals neutral - one would certainly say that it was girly). His favorite color is pink. He wants my clothes (today we had a fight about whose the new stylish Dita Von Teese-shirt was) and when he is grown he will wear a dress. :) And I must not cut his long, beautiful, blond hair. For it is that I refuse to give the typical boy things to him, if he does not want very much to have it. Lego and Playmobil are pretty neutral in all cases.
No, I think that I'm doing a pretty good job with him. Of course he is a boy, he's dick and I'm proud! : P But why should I dictate how he should behave (well of course, but beyond that) or what he will think about, think, feel or be? I think I let him have one large room to find himself, I encourage his interests (if they are sound, toy guns, he will never get). Mostly, I am proud of how he developed and will . He is a small individual molds and special, for him, thinking. He is really good at talking and telling, play and imagination - with pens and paper, words and lekar.Hmm, got into something completely different than what I would write. :)
Yesterday I handed in my extended essay in Psychology B. Hope G - nothing else is really more important than to be approved. Will get mail next week with the grade. But now I'm sitting here and are on summer vacation, two weeks until my job starts. So I have time and time and time again. But I do not really know what to do. Yesterday I went to the library to return the psychology literature, and found myself drawn to the medicine shelf. So I borrowed Anatomy and Physiology 2, it was a bit (mostly Latin) that I have not found in my Medical Course, and Medicine and Religion. Do I not think I have sommalov and can read a bit ordinary fiction now?
Now I must disclose a bit, Bus have built an obstacle course of ALL of their stuff in the hall (which is already crowded) and besides, I have sacrificed a lot of household chores when I have written my work, have a lot of disk among other things.
(When I search for a good title for my post on Spotify, which I normally do, I notice that the lovely Marilyn Manson has released new! Listen and disclose (in a double sense) now.)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Biggest Boob In The Indian Actress
Picnic by the motorway
Sitting and trying to put together something clever for my extended essay.
sit and hold hands off to not comment this stupid post.
sit and admire my nice user-pic - hell what Photoshop does a pretty:)
me wonder if I should pull out on the break though I was out for 30 minutes late.
Sitting and thinking that I probably should throw in some laundry in the machine so that I can have that beautiful sweater on our closing on Friday.
Sit and think that it feels secure in my poor ass ...
Sit and feel I should eat something, sooner except cashew nuts and candy.
sit and wait for my holiday that lasts a full 16 days.
Sit and think it will be coffee break and closed from this unnecessary post now! : P
sit and hold hands off to not comment this stupid post.
sit and admire my nice user-pic - hell what Photoshop does a pretty:)
me wonder if I should pull out on the break though I was out for 30 minutes late.
Sitting and thinking that I probably should throw in some laundry in the machine so that I can have that beautiful sweater on our closing on Friday.
Sit and think that it feels secure in my poor ass ...
Sit and feel I should eat something, sooner except cashew nuts and candy.
sit and wait for my holiday that lasts a full 16 days.
Sit and think it will be coffee break and closed from this unnecessary post now! : P
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