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November 15, 2009 |
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Bizarre
FOUND by Olivia
in English class
I found this on the desk behind me in my 9th grade English class. It was so incredibly random that people tried to take it from me all day long. I still haven't found out who "Scott" is at my high school.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
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On first read, i thought "Rehab clinic" occupant.
I love this find. There is something quite lovely about the writing. Everything after actually is so perfectly descriptive. If she can get a grip on her panic attack, this women has the potential to be a great writer.
"...but that's usually the case (lies)"...so much more refreshing than ROFLOL!
If you admit you're lying, does that make you truthful?
Sounds like dissociative depersonalisation disorder.
Aah, the double "my"...here we see the patient's subconscious stumbling over her relationship with her mother.
I think her panic attack was actually about whether she even wanted to eat her mother's chunky eggplant sauce on bread at all - that is something that requires long and thoughtful consideration. She definitely has artistic hand-writing, but "between genius and madness there is a fine line..."
baba ghanoush for breakfast? I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Could have been an eggplant pate, not baba ghanoush.
I am not impressed with the handwriting: find it kind of annoying, actually.
Pathological liars always are a hoot to hang out with.
Just don't marry one.
I hate making decisions. I have to ip dip do
Whenever I'm unsettled by a relationship I can't make simple decisions either. My fridge can be empty but I'll return with nothing from the store, unable to decide. I blame Scott.
I used to go to school with a girl who had handwriting EXACTLY like this. She was a poet and songwriter.
Pate is, by definition, a spreadable paste. Therefore, not chunky. In any case, eggplant pate doesn't sound great for breakfast either.
Clonapin - works for me when I have to choose between fork, knife, spoon, or rock, papers, scissors, or my favr rock, paper, scissors, spock pinch, Gila monster, Bitch slap.
I love garden-fresh eggplant, especially when cooked in olive oil.
I love this find! It sounds like a cerebral attempt to explain emotional yearnings, which causes anxiety in those for whom the intellect and the emotions are severed because of the way their brains work. Aspergers people are like that. Feeling out of place is common for them. I find them to be some of the most endearing people I know. I just wish I could get that across to them. They are hard to reach, lonely in a crowd.
This sounds to me like an adolescent Aspie, on the verge of discovering her different-ness. I hope she learns to live in her own skin, and to like it that way.
(wonderful comment, wearing boots.)
"Mother's Chunky Eggplant Sauce - so good it will give you a panic attack over the utensil drawer."
I've never looked into a drawer for a utensil to help me spread something on bread and thought to myself, "I think I'll use a fork." Does anyone really use forks for spreading?
Hard to feel sorry for her when she has homemade sauce to eat.