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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

That last entry...

I just realized, reading over that last entry, I am incredibly fatalistic.

Maybe you can tell me, have I always been that way and just never chose to realize it?

Maybe I would like a comment or two on this one.

Dennis Lynn

1 Comments:

At 10:44 PM, Blogger RemedialBallerina said...

I would not go nearly as far as calling you fatalistic. I would, though call you slightly dramatic.

Like I commented earlier, I recently re-read your entire blog. I urge you to do the same. You have an interesting feeling pattern that goes on, at least one that you post regularly about anyways.

Here it is:

1. "My life is going fine"
2. "My life is horrible"
3. "My life is amazing, after all"
4. **a post about something hilarious**


Things don't necessarily progress in this exact format, but any combination of those four things are the entirety of your blog. Blogs are for ranting, good. I'm sure if you read a multitude of blogs they would all have a similar thought process... but you tend to use such extremes when examining your life that it is confusing to decipher exactly which it is.

I am by no means trying to make you feel bad, or trying to hint that you shouldn't keep a blog, because us commoners here in Whitewater and your other friends such as Joe and Matt need some way of keeping track of you and your busy life. You asked for feedback, and you've got it.

Slightly ironic that i am commenting on a post like this.

*sigh.



I guess no matter how you post the people that love you will love you regardless, and the people that frown on your thoughts should be shot in the back of the knees.


I'm sure Erin will come around and remember how much she actually does love you. If she is as smart as you talk about her, she will remember before it is too late to matter. Something I never could do.


"Everything will be alright in the end. If it's not alright, it's not the end."
-Phoebe, "Friends"

 

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