Not a part of this world
made up with stewart. sort of. well, stew sorted things out, so things are cool.
sam's blog is interesting. well, his last entry was. well, sort of. no surprises so far, which is probably a good thing.
teacher passed away recently. stew and kath have said they going to ehr funeral. my mum knew her quite well. she taught me for 2 or 3 years. my dad is going to her funeral. i haven't decided. probably won't, since the funeral is gonna be packed to the brim. i don't like death. i don't like cancer. i don't like the macmillan unit either. well, i do like them, cause they are absolutely brilliant, but i don't like them because when people go there, they go there to die.
i don't think anyone really understands me. they don't understand me because they don't know the real me. they either see the one side, which is my fun side, the side i put on each day and i deserve an oscar for showing. or they see the more serious side, the christian side, the realistic side, the side where my knowledge, intelligence and wisdom comes from.
but to know me, they need to understand my creative side. some people know some parts of it, but people really don't know that side that buzzes about in my head. and then there's the other side. the side that really defines me. it's the side no-one sees, the side no-one realises is there, and the side i live with every day.
you know, i found it funny when stew mentioned how he wished nikki was allowed to go to parties like the one he had the other night, while i would be allowed to go, but am never invited.
i also find it funny when people react a certain way to comments of mine because of how humourous i am in nature, yet if said by someone else they have a totally different reaction.
i found it funny when sam questioned my wisdom and acted all holy about things because he has never asked or received any of my brilliant wisdom, then he is shocked at the realisation that he made a massive mistake, something i had been trying to point out to him from the beginning.
i found it funny how stew reacted to my comments, not talking to me for a long period of time, even attacking me with his blog, all because he didn't like what i said.
i found it funny when rating sense of humour in tyg extra for tyg top trumps cards that were never made, that people rated me, me how tells lots of jokes, me who laughs at lots of jokes, udnerstands different types of humour and finds lots of things funny, a 3, while charles, someone who doesn't get half the types of humour, is obsessed with a mildly funny movie thinking it is the funniest thing ever, and laughs in anticipaion of mildly funny joke, like a sound track being played at the wrong time, was rated a full 5. either people don't know me, or they are stupid. most likely a combination of both.
i'm an oddity. i care deeply about people, yet they don't ever show any care in return. i say show as i'm sure they do care, but if they don't show it, what use is it?
i'm here on this earth simply to prove the point that nice guys do finish last. but then, i'm sure people would debate that.
i really am not part of this world.
do you care?
does it matter?
are there any supporting characters in the story of my life?
this entry really has no end. it doesn't really have a beginning. it doesn't even really have a point. it's more of an echo.
*ECHO*
*Echo*
*echo*
Should i really end this entry here? Should i have ended it earlier? does what i've said make sense or not?
will anyone read this? probably. who? anyone i don't want to? anyone who doesn't understand?
i come to this blog, i read what other people read and think "i can't write that", the little things from the day, as my mind is always on the bigger picture. i'm always seeing the deeper meaning.
maybe that's why i just don't seem to fit. i'm not part of the art, i'm just looking at it. a spectator of life, not a player. can i be a player? do i want to be a player? is the life i see each day the type of game i want to play?
i can see one future of my life, which i like. i see another future, which is liveable. i don't see a third option, but there probably is one.
not a part of this world. perhaps this entry has gone on too long. perhaps not long enough.
either way, it was...
fun.
i'm just TSO.
i'm not a part of this world ...
yet