In just over 2 hours from now, Shaun turns into a REAL man. While I have awaited my fate, my friends have been POUNDING me with jokes. They are mostly all older than me. It really is good fun, so I thought I would share some of what I have been getting for the last few weeks. My friends are Bastards lol
Here are are FINE collection from Email, Text, Facebook and to my face 😦
Not long now Shaun Gibson I should get a couple more jokes in before you are THE BIG 40 .
You know your getting older when……
You enjoy hearing about other people’s operations
The pharmacist has become your new best friend.
You and your teeth don’t sleep together.
You don’t remember when your wild oats turned to shredded wheat.
People call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?
It takes longer to rest than it did to get tired
An “all nighter” means not getting up to pee!
You answer a question with “Because I said so!
You begin every other sentence with, “Nowadays…”
I’m not saying he’s getting older, but when he lit the candles on his birthday cake, five people passed out from heat exhaustion
Made me giggle BUT i wish you a Happy Birthday (cough 40th)
have a great day Bud
And
Mate they say at 40 you You finally get your head together but then your body starts falling apart.
that is the last one really I mean it ?
You find yourself standing in line and can’t remember why.
also You frequently find yourself telling people what a loaf of bread USED to cost.
You keep repeating yourself.
And You get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
You have more patience, but it is actually that you just don’t care any more.
You keep repeating yourself.
You learn where your prostate is.
You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge
and for some reason You read more and remember less.
You realize that a stamp today costs more than a picture show did when you were growing up.
You realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.
You regret all those mistakes you made resisting temptation
You remember when the only people who wore rings in their noses were called pygmies.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.
You stop half way up the stairs, and can’t remember if you were going up or coming down.
You talk about “good grass” and you’re referring to someone’s lawn
Get a zipper you auld prick
I have sent you some Viagra for Dawn
Tell Dawn I am sorry
The dog hates you now (Still)
Farting is now a MAJOR gamble
It gets better in Picture format!
Bad taste, I know..No offence to anyone…
One thing I did learn, is my buddies can’t spell for shit ha ha
Tonight as I sat with one eye opened trying to write my 2nd guest blog of the day as I am very famous and in such demand, it dawned on me as I sat there.
I am an idiot. It was one of those profound moments when you “Just know” it comes to you like a headache in the shower with soap in your eyes. I fell asleep for an hour at my Kitchen table half way through replying to someone on Facebook. I woke up when I heard Dawn say “Are you awake”
Yeah the same kind of question you ask to a lion “Are you Hungry” as you sit next to it. I have a strange existence me. I am SHATTERED right now but this throbbing pulse from my left knee is like getting ice cream thrown down the back of your t-shirt, it just is annoying
Strange it is, tonight I feel I could just go to bed and crash “sleep” very easily but I can’t as the Ice Cream feeling is hitting me. There is no ice cream; I am using the ice cream as a metaphor for something that keeps me awake.
I could have used the “A cat taking a shit on my face” but I didn’t want to lower the tone you see, I mean I am a nice person, and the last thing I want to be speaking about is cats taking a shit on my face. It smacks of desperation for seeking attention, and this man-child here is not the kind of lad to say things to get attention, it is just not my style. I have never had a cat have a jobby on my face, although I have had a cat pee in my football boots once, I went to football and I was mortified, as people were looking at me as if I had just taken a shit myself in their Mothers handbags due to the cat pee smell. Anyone who knows me well knows I am not the kind of guy to even make funny jokes like this; they lack taste and a certain respect towards my friends Mothers and their hand bags. And I am a GOOD friend.
The worst think I have even done to a friend was spit in a condom and leave it in his jacket pocket a week before he got married, he got beaten slightly, but once I owned up I then got beaten slightly also, and told never to visit again, and I wish I could, I left my watch at their house 😦
See life is all about respect, like respect for Dolphins, as a species, I do not feel us humans show enough respect to the Dolphin. I knew a brilliant Dolphin once called Gary, he was BRILLIANT at Golf, he had a handicap I think it was 9, not bad for a Dolphin.
Anyway, we need to respect things more in this world. Even Spiders and bee’s, I am not saying we should respect wasps as they are just nasty bastards. Bees give us honey and Spiders help keep fly movement down in the home.
Life is all about respect people. We should think about this more often, my friend Keith below is respectful of all things and likes to find things out for himself. I respect him for it, he challenges life to the MAX you know, when things need done, KEITH IS THERE! No messing around, no fake stuff, no farting about, he just gets the job done
It must have been the medication, I don’t know, but I DELETED it due to criticism from another person. I have been here almost 10 months, blogging for real for 6 and for the first time EVER I allowed a comment from a person, whose comments I did not allow through to compromise my beliefs and my thinking.
I know it is not everyone’s cup of tea, but 130 Awards, Nearly 1,000 AMAZING followers, Hundreds of AMAZING friends here, and I somehow allowed the medication to get to my mind and let a person dictate to me what I will and will not blog. The Morphine, I am allergic to I think has been poured down the sink. I am about to leave for the Hospital to get a quick X-ray on my Knee and Foot and will just be a big brave boy and take the pills.
I have not been myself all week, would you on Morphine? Probably not is the answer. I allowed my VERY THINKING to be compromised by a few one track thinker who have not got a clue and I am ashamed of myself for allowing this to happen. I NEVER let people dictate to me, yet with this Morphine pumping through my veins, I did, that won’t happen again.
I make friends here because I give a shit, I make friends here because I am honest, and I make friends here because I like to think, I HOPE, I am a good friend back to you.
I will keep posting my shit, I will keep asking the question, I will keep sticking it to the big guy and I will never let myself be compromised by a patriot with a FUCKING PEE SHOOTER EVER AGAIN. I will be the guy 850 followed in the first place. I am sorry for being “Odd” this week, please understand the pain and medication. Not over yet, Hospital in an hour
I am also going to accept awards again, they are good fun, and I miss meeting people through awards if I am being honest. Some of the best people I know here I met through Awards, so please, include me in any Awards if you see fit, I do miss meeting new people through these awards. I got 4 this morning and awarded some people back
Please understand, I am here with a chipped bone in my knee, a hairline fracture in my foot suffering from Chronic Pain Syndrome FOR LIFE and Morphine although it may not feel it, does fuck with your head. So for a week I turned into someone else. I am Scottish, we don’t do that shit. I will carry on doing what I was doing all along.
Being myself and listening to the people that matter is something I pride myself in doing on Word Press. I have made many amazing friends. Have I annoyed you or upset you this week? I am talking long term friends here. If I have I am sorry, 2 broken bones and strong liquid medication was the cause. If I have annoyed anyone.
Oh and having a life is what I do also. Part of my life is blogging, and all you people, like family I never had. Why I created this award here, remember? For these reasons below the award. I am going to press ahead with Blogging about people who I love to talk to here, like what I did here: http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/great-bloggersfriends-1-one-mans-journey-through-life-dealing-with-fibromyalgia/ And push ahead HARD with the Radio show. I will be doing blogs on more of you in the coming weeks. I will highlight the love and humanity in many people here, this Award and the reasons I started it still stand
This is an award for everyone who is part of the “Word Press Family” I start this award on the basis that the WordPress family has taken me in, and showed me love and a caring side only WordPress can. The way people take a second to be nice, to answer a question and not make things a competition amazes me here. I know I have been given many awards, but I wanted to leave my own legacy on here by creating my own award, as many have done before. This represents “Family” we never meet, but are there for us as family. It is my honour to start this award. Thank you, Shaun @ http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/
Come on Word Press, bit of help here. I am not leaving Word Press, but…Well read on
I did this 3 times on Twitter where I had 5,000 followers, and I said it here also, and came back on my word. When I lose interest in something, or run out of things to say, or need to do something else, I take an AGE to figure out what to do. Part of my stupid process I guess. I have nearly 1,ooo followers, I get nearly 1,000 reads on a good day, 500 minimum, I don’t argue, I am pacifist, I love, I care, I try and help even when I know I can’t, I get the attention of Girls through my accent. Why can’t I just be a person with friends? Why does the old Man/Woman thing come into play with me all the time? Is it how I write? It happened on Twitter, It can’t happen on Facebook as its all family, I don’t mean to attract girls. But I am. What the fuck do I do? I just threw my ugly mug back up to try and say “I AM MARRIED AND UGLY”
I said I would stop doing Awards, I done one for Tersia I could never in a million years say no to and also another from a special girl I like here. But I have started doing them again, Awards I mean. It is the side of me that is kind, I don’t like letting nice people down you see. I had a few hours sleep last night, it is nearly 7am. I watched 2 movies, done 3 blogs, got abuse for one lol, made my own antivirus programme (Now that is being bored) I am also sick of being in Pain, I will fight it, but to fight it, I need something, and when Football went for me, I took it badly (For those thinking WHAT?) http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/2013/06/08/the-football-story-i-never-told/ ALL GONE! Just memories now
I am just running out of things to say. And I am a “Full on” kind of lad. When I do ANYTHING I do it 100% No nearly’s or in-betweens of 99%’s, I do everything in life 100%, I have found myself Bored on Word Press. The Radio Show I am doing with Eddie Tatro http://bishoptatro.wordpress.com/ is taking FOREVER to get started, I wanted it started already, but due to a few issues, me cracking my knee and fracturing my foot being a small one, I find myself bored SHITLESS here. I do a million things at night when I am up alone, I am just finding it VERY HARD to get things moving with this Radio Show.
I talk a LOT on Skype, see Skype is fun. You can have 8 people at once on a Skype Chat. I used to do it all the time in Twitter, was good fun, we had some amazing moments. I still Skype with people I knew from Twitter. But on here I ask and ask and ask for people who say they have Skype to add me, but nothing. I got told by one person their “partner wouldn’t like that” And I fully get that.
But do I have to say AGAIN I am a happily married man? Look below. I love them all; I would do NOTHING to fuck that up. I am a talker you see. I have a few on here on my Face book also. My Face book was dead till I added a few on and some family also a while back.
My passion is talking. I did Audio Blogs, heavy flop. I want this Radio show to start, but if I am being honest, I can’t see it happening. I live in GMT 0. Many others are GMT – 5/6/7/8/9 or GMT + 6/7/8/9/10, so the logistics of just doing this Radio show mean I will have to do it around 3am in the morning. And I can’t promise I will be around every 3am every morning.
I will ask again, you got Skype add me, shaumyg1973 I speak to so many BRILLIANT people here, but the ones who have Skype, it is like they are afraid to speak to me lol I have almost 1,000 AMAZING followers as well. Why no Skype? I want to do something HUGE!! I did a blog a while back, and I meant it, called “Challenge me” or something. Nothing. I love you all here, amazing people to the last.
This isn’t medication speaking as I am not due till 8am, and I won’t take Morphine till I been to the Hospital on Monday. I NEED MORE THAN THIS. I can’t do much; I am limited to what I can do. I am Blogging the same shit over and over and over. When I do a blog about “Wake up USA” Really a Bloggers for Peace issue and blog, NOTHING. I know we all come here to escape our shit lives, well some of us. Some come here to make money, some for sex, some to do poems, show pictures of flowers, tell jokes, I do it all, I really do, you name it I have blogged it. I am blogging the same shit. Same issues, same songs, same everything.
I need more. If I am going to be stuck at a chair for the rest of my life, I need more, I need others to say “Right Shaun, let’s get this Radio thing on the go” OR SOMETHING! Many here have helped me before, I am asking for help again. It has also turned into a pissing contest with a few here, I FUCKING HATE THIS. This isn’t a game, its real life, real emotions, we can have fun however. I got a hard time for the “Stupid people” Blog before. I was like “WHAT THE FUCK” I did a blog “Tricked you all apart from Andre and a few others” (Beautiful Woman it’s all in the eyes) I did this TO GET A REACTION. I also did a blog saying how hard it was for me to change my blog theme, I WAS JOKING; it took 20 minutes to choose. Scottish humour is a bastard of a thing to get.
Anyway, I need a challenge, I need something new, I need to try something new; I need to do something new, I need to focus on something else. I won’t stop blogging, I will stop with the “End of the world shit” I will stop with the Audio blogs; I will stop with my love, conspiracies as none of them work.
I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING NEW…..ANYONE???????????????????????????????
I like people who say “I am having a shit time today”
I like people who help others
I like people who love
I like people who care
Today I awoke and I am drenched in self pity for myself and I dislike myself for it. It is if I want the world to give a shit about me and say “There there, it will be ok” I know it will be it always is. The pain I am in today is the worst I have felt in many a year. I ache in places I didn’t know aching could happen. I will leave you to use your imagination there.
I am self loathing here, I feel sorry for myself, I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate this existence, I want to be 14 again, I want to build a time machine and go back, I want to be a selfish bastard and say to hell with you all and go, leave, go elsewhere, live another life. I was blessed in some ways, but given pain I just can’t handle. This pain wants to make me swallow 200 tablets and go for a sleep
I won’t, I will live, I will be strong, I will be a man about it, and I will hold my shit together. I have EVERYTHING but in reality I have fuck all. I have love, I am loved, but right in this moment I don’t care, I want to be selfish and be a prick about it. I want to go and punch the druggy fuck round the corner into hospital to get the pain out my mind. Would it help if I went to his door and punched him to a new week of his life? No, it wouldn’t, violence is never the answer. Sure feels like it is right now though. I just want to be normal, live normal, be like my mates who can still do shit we could all do when we were kids.
I will dream and hope this bastard pain leaves my body, I have been praying for LIKE ever, and fuck all happens, it just gets worse, so that’s that idea out the window.
This moment is a bad moment, a shit moment, an alone moment, a selfish moment. Why should I go on? Why should I go on with this body in this pain? Taking the poison my Dr Gives me that makes my brain think things I don’t want to be thinking? Pain over many years will do this to anyone.
Turn this fucker over, I am toast
Going to steal a song someone sent me, the man wrote it for his partner who is in pain…..
I am going to write this before I give in and take some medication. It is killing our brain cells. I know some medications are needed and must be taken, ALWAYS talk to a Dr about this, or someone you trust in the health care industry.
Medication given to us my our Dr’s numb our brain, stop brain patterns from fully going all the way and most of all, make us zombies. Walking, living, Zombies, there, alive, just, just enough for your loved ones to say “Hey, Dad’s up” or “Dads Home” Just enough
I am trying to take myself off this poison, because my body does not need it, by brain does. It has been 28/29/30 hours since I had medication of any kind and I am thinking clearly, but my body is a wreck and my brain is screaming, so I will give it enough to shut it up for a few hours
The pain I am in will be there no matter what I take, so the medication is useless, the medication stops to work
I am talking about ME HERE
If you are thinking the same, PLEASE GO THROUGH A HEALTH PROFESSIONAL YOU TRUST!!
You deserve to hear the truth. Please see a Dr, please, someone you trust, find someone
These pills are killing us, I am talking about daily pain relief we are all on
Please, if you are taking medication, don’t just stop, if it’s keeping you alive, this is not for you, this is for people in pain, with mind issues, they are killing us, I see it now, and I am waking up a little more
Do the right thing, now I need to feed my mind some poison
I will play this video 100 times more !!! If I have to
I spend my time making others smile, I spend my time trying to appease and make others happy. I won’t stop doing this, but what I will stop is being the “Clown” in the corner for others amusement. Also getting you to believe I am in 24/7 pain was a pain in itself, anyway, fuck this shit
This week I made the decision of my life and said no, I walked away from two woman I love so much, but I did it to keep my smile. I had to for my daughters also, they will never know now
So for these people in my family who think I am unhappy, lets get some shit straight, I am only unhappy when you are around. Others times I am happy, I am that clown, but I ain’t in the corner, I am in the middle of the room making myself laugh over a dead fly and tree story. (Long joke)
So today I say to anyone in my family who may be reading this, I always was happy, you made me unhappy, you took my smile away, you forced me to be somebody I wasn’t, you tried to mould me into somebody I didn’t want to be.
So lets get some shit straight here, want to be in my life, accept me for who I am, accept I smoke cannabis at night when the kids are in bed for the pain I am in. See when I told you this, you looked at me as if I was telling lies, so I will be more honest, I smoke it because it relaxes me. I don’t drink a bottle of vodka a night, I don’t give a shit what the family think, I don’t care what neighbours think. I have become a self suffishent person, a person who can put food on the table and a roof above the heads of my true loved ones
When some of you were at a low point, did I judge you? No I never, I stood by your side, when you needed a hug, I gave you a hug, I never once judged you. See loving a family member is easy, you accept them for who they are, you love them, you don’t judge them, life is easy, people make it hard
I am a goofball, no argument, I love to laugh, I love to put my pain to the back of my mind and laugh and smile and be happy, and I am. I have been happy for like, EVER! How dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get. HOW DARE YOU!!!
The Video: Check some of the comments below. Many believe this was a hoax…What do you think? Judge from what I am showing.
Again RIP to Soldier Lee Rigby. I have spent the last 2 weeks just looking at some things. Where the car mounted the pavement and hit Lee is the only place Blood is constant. Yeah? Check for yourself.
Blood where he was hit by car. Why no blood around his body where they “Dragged him and beheaded him” ?
I am not a conspiracy nut, far from it, I am a guy who looks at a story and if I see an inconsistency, I will get a story and if something doesn’t add up, I will look further. The lack of blood beside Lee was the first thing I seen as “Strange” Then I got sent this video today, one the “Killer” has blood only on his hands and the weapons. The other part of the video NO BLOOD AT ALL
So use your thinking caps people. I am suggesting only there are inconsistencies here, nothing more. And the more I look, the more I see. This is what us Conspiracy nuts do you see. We try to find the truth. Nothing more, I would be hurting my own feelings if I thought Lee died but the event was a lie or a cover up or a false flag hoax, whatever, I am smarter than that. I am clever enough to look at any story and say “Hmmmm this does not add up, something is not right” What made me blog today was when a friend sent me this video. So the credit goes to Hawkeye for the video. But I would have found it myself anyway. I am on a site that the video will be on.
What do you think? Watch the video, there IS NO GORE, do you think the UK Government would create an event like this to get the people of the UK to hate Muslims, therefore having NO PROBLEMS with the UK going to the middle east. What do you think?
Also, and this is what peaked my interest. Derren Brown, famous in the UK for working with the mind PROVED you can get a person to commit murder without the person ever knowing he had committed the murder. All controlled in the mind. The most famous one is Robert Kennedy assassination, the man who was charged with this SWEARS to this day he can’t remember and has passed several lie detector tests.
If you can watch Derren Brown – Assassin, please try. It proves, without a shadow of doubt a person can be controlled to commit the most appalling acts of horror against another person
Gets you thinking yeah?
Before I finish up here, I suffer from a condition where my brain tells my body it is in pain. Without this the pain would still be there, but my brain has convinced itself I am in more pain.
I have read a few blogs tonight and spoke to people tonight and it has made me do this blog, the picture above represents the feel of this blog
So why do we always hear “A woman was ….” or “Last night a girl was found…..” and so on? Why does hurt happen? I did the blog on my Criminal Family, search for it on my blog if you want to read it I am sick of seeing it, the hurt is still there, the nightmares still happen, the demons still talk to me
Man, what is man? Is man this BASTARD who will toy with a woman till her Heart goes elsewhere to be hurt again, or till she finds love? Then the man will look to boast again of his evil act? I don’t and can’t speak for all men, because that would be unfair on all men.
Woman, what is Woman? Is Woman stupid to walk from Bastard to Bastard and self inflicting hurt on herself? Till she finds love? Where does it all end for her? I won’t speak for all woman as it would be unfair on all woman.
Some find love 1st time and KEEP IT LIKE IT IS A NEW BORN CHILD!! I did. I know evil, I have been Evil, I have walked and talked with Evil, I know Evil, I won’t be silly as to say I know HIM as Evil, as Evil comes in both Men and Woman, I have seen it both ways, there is a saying “Evil exists in all Men” Yeah this is true, but it is in Woman also. This needs re-named.
Many are born and stroll through life and have never met Evil or have never been hurt or seen hurt, I call them lucky or clever, I don’t know. Me? I am clever, and many are, I found love through evil and held onto it for all my being’s worth. I did not let it go and from that day to this, I am love, I care, although I would never hurt a woman, for rejecting a woman’s advances, as a married man with kids, who is happy AND BLOGS IT A LOT I know I will be a Bastard anyway, this is the deal, no matter, Man will be a bastard be he fuck a woman or say no to the woman. It has always been this way, it probably will always be this way. Woman do play this card, I have seen it. Not all woman, this would be unfair on all woman
But as a kid I seen things I hide and shield from my kids now, somethings a child should not see, I did, I seen it all, the Guns, the drugs and sex, the unwanted sex and more, more than I want to say, not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t, it hurts me. I see woman walk from one bastard to another, one beating to another, I have a few woman in my family and friends list who used to walk from bastard to bastard, and also I have Men in my life that walk from bitch to bitch, not all, that would be unfair to class all the same
What is it that attracts people to bastards and bitches? What makes them walk away from hurt to more hurt; do some people love being hurt? It sure seems this way to me in my 39 years here on Earth, or the parts I was aware enough to notice then understand. From an early age the human mind just astonished me, people seemingly, knowingly walking into hurt as if it is all they are used to, or use it to tell a story a few months down the line to say that man/woman was an evil person, people who just crave attention, but not all you see
Even today, and I speak just for myself, I see girls hitting on men knowing hurt is all that is there. I see Men hitting on girls knowing all there is, is hurt. They get their few days or weeks of sex then hurt comes along, they part, they are both bastards and bitches, then these people go and do it all over again with someone else, like a moth to a flame, this type of attraction. Who lives like this? Who can live like this? Who chooses to live like this? What makes them live like this? I am asking here, help me with an answer if you can
Don’t get me wrong, I know men and woman who have been hurt but have been smart enough to say “Never again” and are happy now. But not enough, too many want to be hurt, it is like a person who is suicidal they NEED to be hurt, it is almost as if it is part of their make-up as a person, hurt must happen for them to fulfil their needs, why? Is it a part of a persons being, not all, that would be unfair, but many, is it just a “NEED” to be in this story of hate and evil and abuse? Not all, just some, that would be unfair
As a young man I seen my share of it all and I dislike blogging about it, but it has to be said, why do human beings want hurt? They know they are going to be, is it like people who are into bondage but worse? The thrill of the chase to get hurt then do it all over again till the end up lonely old people with a shit life and an evil look in their eye of knowing what evil is then proclaim to know what love it, yeah, irony is a killer sometimes isn’t it
I choose life, like many; I know many do, but why? I was a kid when I seen this and only lately have I asked the question of why. Maybe I should ask someone, maybe I should seek help to help me get the answer, but then if I am to do this am I any better? I am better, I use this blog to tell my story, to ask questions, to have fun, to laugh, but in reality we live in an evil world where we see only individual acts of kindness. I surround myself with PURE LOVE and I won’t go back the way. I am talking about it now, but I won’t live there, I won’t keep my mind there, I spent many years trying to walk away from Evil and I now tell evil to away and take a fuck to itself, for what it’s worth, it works for me, but not for all
I played this video below to a man who was in a love/hate/evil relationship who loved his woman deeply and still does many years later, he cried. This song for me represents the blog I have just written, it will hit home to people who have lived this live or living this life, I will also get a hard time for this blog, be sure of this. When we talk of things such as this, hate enters stage left, evil comes in also. See the second we talk about hate and evil and try to figure it out, the very same hatred and evil comes to the table, but not always
As I say sometimes, with the help of a friend “It is all in the lyrics” when I post a song, but not always, sometimes I just post a song because, not here though. It would be unfair of me to class any one person in this love/hate/evil shit, as I don’t know anyone on here well enough. I do know a few who have opened their heart and thrown it at me, knowing I am happy man with my partner and my kids, and I think, is this person trying to hurt me (Impossible) or are they self harming themselves? I think the latter. Maybe they do just look for love, but they look in the wrong place then wonder why their life is shit and why they hurt so much. But not all, that would be unfair on everyone
More love, less hate < This is why I say this often, love is pure and the light I am drawn to, I hurt for people who can’t see the light of love or pretend they are happy or in love where in fact they are the complete opposite, I can only advise a person the same as you the reader of this blog, in the end personal choice is what is left, but not always
I mean no disrespect to anyone with this blog, this was a blog implanted into my mind by a few things I read tonight, not just on Word Press and to several people I spoke with, not just tonight but over the last week or so regarding this topic. I can’t get my head around self hurt. I DEAL AND WORK WITH people who are suicidal, I get that. But people who self harm in love, what is the difference? is there any? Please, talk to me, take me to school if you can, I really am at a loss over this topic.
Let love and light lead the way and we will have a better world and not this below, a song that made an evil man cry, but not just 1 evil man will cry over this one song or this blog, that was unfair of me to say, so I did a quick edit to say, this song is for anyone who has self harmed in love and couldn’t get out of the loop and repeated the ordeal on themselves and their loves ones, they do it again and again and again. I have never once had an “Online love affair” Online close friendship is perhaps a better way of putting it. I am just a friendly lad, I would never dare hurt anyone, well unless, like in the blog below I say if I see a man hit a woman, that man will hurt 10x more than he hurt the woman. I can’t help this, I wish I didn’t have this in me, but when I see a woman getting hurt and I can act I will, Old Shaun comes out to play and Mr Bastard gets hurt. And Mrs Hurt I take home or to the Hospital
Why to all the above.. Very deep blog, and I do like to debate, so debate away. I may be totally wrong here, I may be right, I may be close. But there is no book on love, no set rules on a relationship, if anything just morals and right and wrong. Sadly not everyone knows right from wrong, but not everyone does wrong, that would be unfair
Music, we all like it, and I do post my fair share, many peaople share more songs to us, brilliant songs posted by people who were touched by the message the song gave, it is all in the lyrics, a feeling that the song is yours, wrote for you almost, as if the person writing it knew the exact emotion the song would give you. It might be a song from years ago, it might have meaning to anything from all of time, but we all have one song, over any other that has personal meaning to us. I am the same, I have posted 100 + songs here and said a million times, like many I love music
I have a song. It is VERY powerful, so some it is rubbish, but to me this song gives me meaning to something that happened in my life, a moment in history, a moment that made me look for a song and I found it. This was years ago, the song is newer than the event, but when I heard the song it made me think and it made sense to something in a way I just can’t explain you know. I just can’t find the words to describe “Why, over all the songs in the world, this song touched me the most” I have no idea. But that is the beauty right? Whatever your song is, you don’t need words to describe it because the song it explains itself to you. And others may hate the song, but who cares, this is YOUR song. This is my song, for my reasons I must and always will keep to myself. But I don’t have to explain it as the song explains it, that is a beautiful thing I beleive, my song is powerful and with meaning to me
The Lyrics speak to your soul, the moment of the song touches our heart, our mind is taken to a place only a song could take us. This is the beauty of Music
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