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April 26, 2008 |
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You Can't Always Get What You Want
FOUND by Donna
in California
I work in the teen area of my library so I find notes from time to time. I'm used to spelling and grammatical errors, but this one has been, by far, the most confusing.
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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...
Yes, I do think you are some syco. And judging from the backhanded slant of your handwriting, a self-centered syco.
What was on the back?
It was a fortune that said, :) God will give you everything that you want. If you want it. Or maybe if you just think you want it. Or maybe even if you're not sure. :)
"This above all; to thine own self be true."
-Shakespeare
I think the word you're looking for is ambivalent.
actually i do know what they mean. except the end...what question, 'syco'?
Stop questionning yourself! If you want it God will give it, if you don't, he won't. No need to think anymore!
I have to say, this is an interesting pair of finds today.
D'ya know how it seems that it turns out that you most often do get (eventually) what you REALLY want in life even if you don't know that you want it or at least aren't admitting it to yourself? And if that is the case, isn't the fortune about God giving you whatever you want kind of a warning/curse as much as it is a blessing?
Dang. Too deep for so early on a Saturday morning. I think I want to eat peanut butter cereal and go back to bed.
Finally! I don't need my calculator for the spam protection: 1+1+1 equals? I know this one!!
Well, if you don't know what you want, you're sure as hell not going to get it.
I wonder if this was some kid in class pretending to write an essay but actually scribbling any old nonsense?
And what's on the back??
My guess is... nothing, which is the joke.
Huhhh???
Now my head hurts
I have gotten into the habit of saying, "OK, where's my parking spot? I want my parking spot.." upon entering the parking lot.. and when I get right next to the store's door... THERE IT IS. --And NO, I'm not illegally parking in the disabled spots. (and of course now that I've mentioned this fascinating occurrence, it will probably stop occurring..)
@Darcy in my chair, syco = psycho, in the mind of some one with poor spelling ability.
And now, please remove yourself from my chair. *wink*
@good luck in return in g, I, too, have good parking karma and usually get one where I want one, must be because of that great fortune cookie.
@good luck, I have a friend who does that. Just drives straight to wherever she wants to go, and lo and behold, there will be an empty (and legal and free of charge) parking space waiting for her. Makes yer sick!
It's all in the chi (or is that karma).
The best I can get is needing to look something up and the book falls open at the EXACT page of the quote I'm looking for.
*shiver*
Oh, and I have a guardian music fairy -- however obscure the piece I'm trying to find, it will always turn up somehow (like the time I was desperately looking for a very obscure Russian opera, and after I had tried every other possible source, I checked out the public library near where I work and there was a For Sale box in the music section (which had hardly any classical scores anyway) and -- yes, there it was.
I did say a big thank-you prayer to my Score Fairy but I expect she will stop helping me now the secret's out.
@Jonathan, may your Score Fairy never forsake you! That's some story about finding the obscure Russian opera tucked away in a For Sale box at the local library. Your delight must have lit up the room.
I believe good parking karma springs from turning shopping carts (or buggies or ??) to the shop instead of abandoning them in the parking lot. (What do Brits call shopping carts?)
This note makes perfect sense to me. I know exactly what s/he is talking about. "Syco" is the accepted spelling in chat rooms. So even that is "normal" in a kids life.
THanks Freon!
When I saw the For Sale box with just one fat green score in it, I kind of knew what it was going to be.
*holds breath, says prayer*
Shopping trolleys. They mostly finish up in canals or under bridges (not so much now you have to put a refundable £1 coin in a slot to use them).
There's only one store around here that charges to use the carts and it's one based in Europe (I believe Germany.) Aldi's charges 25 cents to use a cart, but you get that back when you turn the cart in. This sounds like a great idea and it's hard to understand why more stores don't use it. Surely it helps keep operating and loss costs down, wouldn't you think?
Don't you just hate it when you don't know what you want but you get what you want anyway even though you won't admit what you want even though you just got what you want and you kinda don't really want what you thought you wanted and would never admit that you had got what you wanted because other people might then try to take away what you just got and then you wouldn't have what you just got and do you think I'm syco? Well I don't care i just don't know what i want deep deep down inside what i want is not really what i want...
ya know?
or am I just syco?
Don't you just hate it when you know what you want and they know what you want, but they don't know that you know that they know what you want and they know what they want and you know that they know what they want, but they don't know that you know that they know what they want?
Your Bff,
Syco
I actually love when that happens. It's like when you make yourself dizzy on purpose.
I think she's writing to a boy she DOESN'T want to want, so she said she didn't know.
Now, after realizing she might have just ruined her chance, she's second guessing herself.
He must be a bad boy. Damn them!
Actually, I think this makes perfect sense.
Life is really like an Abba song.
When you want something that you want to want but you don't want it, but you can't admit it because you actually do want it, but you don't really want to want it?
Oh yes...of course...that is a question that we all know the answer too...It's so straight forward and simple...
I am me.. Me I am.. Am I me.. Yes! I am!
This note makes a lot of sense, you just have to be thinking of the right thing when you read it.
I think it's funny that the note writer never mentioned God, but several responders did. Do you really think God is going to help her out of the mental pretzel she's worked herself into?
i totally do..
It sounds like this person is coming out...
@ L -- I think the 'God' part came in on accounta the fortune-cookie fortune poasted earlier.
@ Jonathon/London -- congratulations!!
*My* most recent "OMG" was a year ago, talking to a friend on the phone, recommending a good 'bathroom book', with short stories of San Francisco history. I told him "it's hard to find, out of print now -- AND now there's another book [or series] with the same name!
The next day (or 2) later, I went into a used book store.. there were stacks of boxes of incoming books -- on the top of one stack, in an open box, on the top was.... "Tales of San Francisco"!!
(The author was a young kid during the 1906 earthquake -- remembers watching the town burn from sand dunes that are now Golden Gate Park. In the 1940s(?) he did a regular radio show featuring characters & anecdotes from SF history... Wrote this book from those scripts.)
Don't you just hate it when you don't know what you want but you get what you want anyway even though you won't admit what you want even though you just got what you want and you kinda don't really want what you thought you wanted and would never admit that you had got what you wanted because other people might then try to take away what you just got and then you wouldn't have what you just got ...
I wanna see the other side!!?! Jason, pullleeeeze????!?
@Agent, don't forget exactly who in Hamlet stated "unto thine own self be true."
This find is a perfect window into the essential organization of the hormone-inflamed teen mind. My 14-year-old kid actually talks like that.
Ok, so what did they ACTUALLY want? This note is so cofusing!
@Beth in a tizzt co-fusing sounds dirty. As in "Beth is so hot, I wish i could co-fuse with her."lol
I guess springtime has come to Smallbear's cave...
*smack* on Cubby's dirty paw!
*Blushing*opps, this isn't Dirty Found!Sorriee...
(Actually not all that sorry.)Hi Night in gale wanna "fuse" with me? *ducking* another smack he anticipates coming his way.
I know exactly what the syco means!
I know exactly what this person means. But I won't admit it.
Freonz, weren't we talking about the shopping cart system in Europe a few days ago? Dang.. can't remember which find it was though, that started that thread. Oh yeah, someone said something about prostitutes in a Walmart parking lot. Anyway, it's a good system and it works.
And Lauren was thinking what I was thinking when I was thinking it..
Camelia, that is amazing. And Jonathan that is amazing. I wonder if this kind of stuff happens to everyone, or just Foundfanatics.
@Clover, LOL! I don't recall that conversation, but laughed out loud thinking about hookers in the Wal-Mart parking lot: drop a quarter in the slot, remove the next trollop in line, use her, return her and get your quarter back. Eeeew. LOL
But you know, that was just another one of my hallucinations. Y'all must have been taking about the orphaned buggies all over the parking lot. I always take one of the roaming buggies from the parking lot into the store with me. The local Wal-Marts have cart corrals, but down in Florida, there are none. I don't understand that at all. Folks leave their buggies with the wheels hooked over curbs or just all in a jumble to keep them from rolling away.
I know exactly what they're talking about.
for a second I thought this was a discarded "script" from "The Hills"..this is one deep little chickie
@Smallbear: I don't know if you're a girl cub or a boy cub. There's too much cofusion. Would you settle for a bear hug?
(Did you see my profile, Cubby?)
actually, it made so much sense to me.
I'm not going to try photoshopping this one to decipher the back- too tired and I have a beer to finish. But there are ghostly traces of words on the reverse, and in the middle there, I can work out "I'm just trying"
I read "syco" as "sicko". Works either way I suppose.
@Night in gale *blushes* Awwww thanks Night I'm flattered that you used my words for your profile.
I'll take a bear hug anytime it's my fav kind of hug!
(Just Between you an me there's a clue as to this bear's boyness or girlness in my last post.)
(Gotcha, Cubby.)
yaa made sense to me tooo.
Someone is regretting not asking for that pony.
WATCH OUT for them Trollop Trolleys!! It's a good way to catch (eeuwww).... Panty Crickets!!
(I didn't read through all the posts so this might have been mentioned before)
When did God become a genie? I was always under the assumption that you don't always get what you want; regardless, if you want to owe up to it or not. And Julie in Quebec: I don't believe that is necessarily true either. When I was younger, I had something I really wanted; prayed for it everday, I still didn't get it though.
NM Julie in Quebec...I just saw the found before this one. I'm guessing you were being sarcastic. SRY
i love this found. as it's my 'birthday found' i especially liked the way the author wrote the same sort of teenage drivel that i would have written myself when i was once young. i have boxes of 'deep' notes like this that my friends and i passed in school.
also, the pen colour is really great.
Okay so I thought of Dawson's Creek and felt pukey.... :)
It makes sense to me, but then again I am a teenager.
I second that. I think it makes a bunch of sense. Sounds like something I would say actually. Of course, I too am a teenager.
Here's what's on the back (I promise it will shed no light on things):
"J.K. you know we're B.F.F.L's
Be-ya to the cha! "The Look"
I'm just trying to tell you I think I haven't gotten over what I got over, but I didn't want to get over it.
Have a nice day."
Donna! You came back and told us what was on the back! I wonder how many people know this? I feel special that I saw your post (because I'm very bored at work and go back and look at old stuff sometimes...) Be-ya to the cha is a hilarious was to say biotch!! I'm going to have to use it, even though people might look at me strangely because I'm not a teenager.