tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712186410811518702024-03-05T19:00:57.107-08:00Your Life is but a MistLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-55550503994601556742011-07-16T16:47:00.000-07:002011-07-16T16:47:44.655-07:00Sometimes two is not better than oneTo be heard, to be understood, is alluring and sweet, but the offer of clarity from the broken is not possible. It doesn’t exist, only a complicated mess of rules from lessons learned. So feel when it promises to come back and for all the stupidity in the world, give it grace. There is no apology, only the perception of my ability and its limited use. Words loose their meaning, and numbness is beautiful. You were right to question the depth, but I couldn’t hear you anymore. To give so much when you have so little to give too is a shame, and could not be returned, but I am not sorry. Love is broken when given from broken people and perfection can not be anything more than a product of the imagination. If you wanted the perfect friend you should have gone to God…If you wanted love you should have gone to God. If you wanted someone to hold you up without stumbling, you should have gone to Him too.<br />
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After all, everyone else is only human.Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-21526785320625369842011-03-27T19:59:00.000-07:002011-03-27T19:59:29.327-07:00FREEDOMDue to too many certain people that are now on my facebook, my blogger is no longer going to be available through that. Now...I have freedom. :D I decided it wasn't worth going back and deleting blog entries and severely editing posts.<br />
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Leanne Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-76050056136927748412011-03-27T19:57:00.001-07:002011-03-27T20:01:15.976-07:00To all the people we can’t help: one in particularNo one can help you. You will sit there trying to put into words how you feel, but nothing seems able to explain it. You feel isolated and all alone, but you can’t tell anyone why you feel that way…because you haven’t figured it out yet yourself. All the reasons you come up with seem silly, and after all, weren’t that big of a deal, and you are too strong of a person to let that effect you. But now you’re back to having to figure out why you feel so different.<br />
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People switch from looking like your friends to looking like people who will hurt you if you let them in. You push the people who actually care about you away because they look like a threat to your feelings of self worth. Not to mention you can’t get off survival mode. People love you, and why wouldn’t they? You understand pain to a deeper level than they even do and you therefore do not find it hard to understand them. We all love people who understand us because that is when we feel like we’re in good company and are being accepted. But for being so loved you feel like they’re going to leave you eventually. They’ll find out who you really are. <br />
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By now you’ve probably developed coping mechanisms in the form of bad habits that keep you even more alone. Maybe you cut yourself. Maybe you drink. Maybe you attract drama to keep your mind busy; never mind that you couldn’t stop from thinking even if you wanted to. Well, now who will save you? You can fake it for everyone. No one sees past your walls. Congratulations, you’re smarter than the rest of them. You’re smarter than me. <br />
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You don’t know what you want from other people. You want them to make you happy but you cover it up by telling them how concerned you are for them. You've discovered how to create a road that goes two ways. Those last longer. And besides, you're not selfish enough to make it all about you. You want to be happy, but you can’t see past your own pain to know what you want or who you want. But it’s very stable. You make it that way. You’re a survivor. But still…no one understands. <br />
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No other person can fix you. You’re always going to feel like you’re on the other side of the fence. The only one who can get through to you and never let you down is God. If you do not want a relationship with Him than you are always going to feel alone because your pain is not like the others around you…and that makes you alone. Even if you found someone who could understand you, well, now you’re both in the water and couldn’t help each other. Chances are, they will let you down at some point and you’ll be left feeling even more broken. <br />
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My Q: How do you help someone who can’t be helped.<br />
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I don’t know.Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-91150020537587144922011-03-05T13:21:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:14:22.680-08:00Oh to Understand the World of MenA couple weeks ago I sat in Starbucks, doing my school work, when a man stopped to make an observation. In the course of the conversation, I learned he was a bit of a fascinating fellow, who within five minutes was telling me that he knew I was the type of person who did not like this or that….and the fascinating part was that he was accurate. Afterwards, he asked if I’d be interested in meeting for coffee sometime. Strangers are like a book yet to be read so of course I said yes.<br />
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I did meet him again. We really had nothing in common but we talked about ways to invest in real estate, school (he’d gotten his bachelors already), job interviews, contentment vs happiness, etc…he was very liberal, to say the least. So between working full time, having school full time, and squeezing in a hobby on the side I really wasn’t dying to meet up again in the next day or so.<br />
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The story ends with me not getting back to him within 1.5 days (hello, some of us have a life) and him writing me a letter telling me how evil I was.<br />
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What I don’t understand is if you take the time to explain the whys and whatnot they get upset. When you don’t explain to someone they still get upset. So, apparently, you can’t win. A great portion of the male population is too focused on their egos to think logically and be a little mature in times like this.<br />
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Originally, I was thinking that if you were going to date/hang out with someone with the pretense of simply getting to know each other (a big IF for those of us who really don’t like the whole dating feeling…) then you should choose a stranger. But now, I’m beginning to see why I’ve been content to focus on my schoolwork for the past two years. I surely wasn’t missing out on anything. Men are complicated creatures.<br />
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Leanne <br />
Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-55024707082701662432011-02-06T10:51:00.000-08:002011-02-06T10:51:56.588-08:00Life: The Saddest Place to LiveA hard reality of life: you can’t help everyone. In fact, the more you try the more you realize people are the only ones that can help themselves and there is little you can do in the processes. The majority of problems are things that you can not fix. <br />
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It’s not like a dance step where you can explain it and everything’s all better.<br />
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Between life’s disappointments, Mallow’s hierarchy of needs, specifically Esteem and Self Actualization, never fully reached, and everything else in between I think it’s pretty reasonable to say life is a sad sad place to live.<br />
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Even Plato understood that. His words of advice: Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.<br />
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I was with my mom and my sister the other day, walking through Ikea when I saw the most unmanly thing I’ve seen for a while. A couple were walking and the pregnant woman was caring a chair and a big bag. What was he carrying? Starbucks coffee. Other way around please!<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-5195014975978309362011-01-29T18:38:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:14:53.282-08:00My Poor SisterThis is for all of us that have sister(s). Those of us who have them know that we couldn't ever live without them. Especially, older sisters. Who else is going to think it's a big deal too if you don't like your hair cut? And who else is going to read over a text message and help you word it and put to rest your fears that it doesn't "sound" right?<br />
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I once came home from a date and wrote my sister three pages describing my night and conveying my uneasy thoughts. It was complete with, he said this and then I did this and then he said this which made me feel like this etc...seriously, who else would read a novel long documented description of a date and then proceed with thoughtful advice on the matter? Or really help you contemplate if you should get the red one or the blue one? I really do put her through a lot, and thanks to FB she still can't escape even though she's all the way in Europe. :P<br />
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Going to college would never have entered my mind on my own, but it is one of the best things I've ever done. I feel so much smarter. :D And I never would have started ballroom dancing. I remember being forced to look at my studios website and having no interest in it.<br />
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So thank God some of us have sisters! XD This is of course not to make those of you who don't feel like you are missing out...even though, well...you are.<br />
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Oh, and by the way, the next time you’re in one of those situations where you don’t know how to turn someone down, don’t worry. Nature has given you a way. Tell them that your body is not responding to their pheromones and therefore, you find you have no attraction for them, but it has nothing to do with their personality. For those who don't know about pheromones, we subconsciously smell each other, forming a root (note: not the only root) of sexual attraction. Generally speaking, that is why we are not attracted to our family members or people of the same sex; we don't respond to their pheromones, which is a leading argument for, "I was born gay." Sure buddy. Blame it on your pheromones.<br />
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I really do think that pheromones are one of the coolest things! I even made it part of one of my email addresses.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-88371317330841976672011-01-18T06:36:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:17:33.432-08:00The OthersImagine there’s a fence and you’re either on one side or the other. One side is filled with people who say, life is nothing but awesome! When they do complain they complain about how boys are such jerks and how it’s so hard to find a pair of jeans that fit right. Gender depending of course. As for the males, they seem to like to find a way to show how smart they are; which they generally are. But when you say something abstract or depressing you are met with blank looks. <br />
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The other side of the fence is where you find people who understand more complex feelings that don’t stop at, I’m still single…like oh my God!<br />
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This is not to undermine those feelings. They say everyone feels their own pain to the same extent. It’s very real to us no matter how minor. Sometimes when I’m at my studio and find myself talking to someone who’s day is ruined because of a minor occurrence I have to pause and realize that because it’s a big deal to them, and for no other reason then that, I will look at it as a big deal too. Kind of like the sister code. Someone made you upset? Ok…who am I hating today? :)<br />
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We will seek out the company of people who have simply said I understand or who we think wont judge us. This opinion is probably biased from living in a small town. The only negative side of small towns are the people. <br />
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At one point I reasoned with a dear relative of mine a particular behavior and why someone would do it. He said he couldn’t understand the correlation in regards to himself, but could understand how someone else might do that to achieve that outcome.<br />
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He could wrap his mind around it because of his past experiences. The result is an empathetic person as apposed to a judgmental person. Or in the least a person who can understand. Ever said something and had someone stare at you with that blank look and then say, “You’re weird,”?<br />
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So if you find yourself being confused by the things other people say then…well, you know what side of the fence you’re on. If you can't understand where someone is coming from...try. <br />
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I have to add that the beautiful aspect of metal music or music where they scream 1/4 of the time (AFI is the best) is that it’s kind of like finding common ground in an inpersonal way. They’re screaming about something and if you listen to them it’s kind of like screaming with them. It doesn’t have to be about the same thing or even matter what it's about.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-35706379509284263802011-01-13T07:31:00.000-08:002011-01-13T07:31:43.772-08:00Your Beautiful BodyI’ve come to the conclusion that men that get large tattoos deal with insecurity and have low confidence. Most outward statements make a louder inside statement. If there was one thing I could say to a particular boy I know it would be, what have you done to your beautiful body?! Shirtless will now mean showing off a life size picture on your skin. <br />
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But maybe I’m just biased since I think the male body is beautiful. Not in a sexual way, but for what it represents, which is everything that God intended it to.<br />
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Funny how when you tell someone who has low confidence that they did a good job (when of course they really did do a good job) they often times simply shrug and say that it was just luck. As was the case with Mr. Cha Cha (his nick name, which is fitting because he actually did the Cha Cha). <br />
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Now that school is back so is caffeine for me. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t share the positive view I have of coffee. The other day I thought I saw a figure walk by in the corner of my eye in the reflection of a window. Funny how real these things can look.<br />
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My car is in the middle of being worked on, which makes me very happy because I was starting not to trust it. I have the amazing fortune of having a father that is a mechanic. I’m starting to think I should marry a mechanic. They do say girls tend to go for a man who has characteristics of her father.<br />
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P.S. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t see anything wrong with tattoos…but please think twice before you stick something permanent on that takes up half your upper body. Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-37619723264434972182011-01-11T06:50:00.000-08:002011-01-11T06:51:34.463-08:00You Have Issues…I Just Know ItSo, everybody uses defense mechanisms, right? Correct. It’s your minds way of protecting yourself, and therefore they are a good thing; unless you rely on them extensively. On learning about this subject I became fascinated at looking at people I interacted with and seeing what they used. People tend to gravitate towards one or two.<br />
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I might have taken it too far when once when someone stood there getting mad at me and the thoughts in my head were, “Is this displacement or is she really mad at me?”<br />
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I’m only going to mention the ones I’ve seen the most in real life …<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">1. Displacement</span><br />
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You’re mad at your teacher but you’re taking it out on me. Or maybe you’re stressed. Note to self: don’t take it too personally and when the tables are turned remember this when I’m yelling at you =)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">2. Suppression</span><br />
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You consciously try to forget something because it is too unpleasant to think about. Unfortunately, if you do this then you could also be suppressing your emotions associated with the situation. You are not dealing with them and they wont just go away. You will walk around with them. Possibly forever. Just saying…<br />
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Self preservation of the ego (not Frued’s ego…okay, only psychology lovers will get that). You like to blame your mistakes on other people. It's not me, it's you. I’m going to assume this also means your locus of control is external. It’s not good because you could hurt a lot of people.<br />
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I love this one. We create our own logic. Example: I would totally date him, but wait…he didn’t ask me out! Whatever, he probably is an immature kid. It would have been disastrous. Boy am I lucky he didn’t ask me out. :P<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">5. Withdrawal</span><br />
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You’d rather not interact with the world. For whatever reasons you find the interaction unpleasant. Call it self-isolation, which actually leads you to withdraw even more. Down the lonely path we go…<br />
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Note: Anti Social is someone who doesn’t care about society so just because someone doesn’t socialize doesn’t mean they’re anti social. Common misplaced word. I was often called anti social in my childhood…no worries, I wasn’t. I was simply self-sufficient. <br />
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You lack self confidence and need your peers or some form of a group for you to be part of. I usually think of those poor young people who are trying so hard to get into the cool group. <br />
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Just thought you all should know you probably overuse one and therefore you have issues (that's good news for those of us who would like to try and diagnose you). It’s okay, just don’t forget you are a unique human being…just like everybody else.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-2006149177070400312011-01-06T08:34:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:34:44.265-08:00Abnormal Art...Isn't it Beautiful.Question: What picture grabs your attention more?<br />
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The beautiful sunset of Claude Monet<br />
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Or the expressionist painting of Edvard Munch<br />
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Exactly. And that is why I like abnormal art. It can be expressionist, gothic, etc...anything but pointillism is probably decent enough. There’s something about an abnormal pictures that stays in your mind longer and makes you stop and think, what the heck is going on? Art is to be admired, but it is also to be pondered. Sunsets are beautiful, but yeah, it’s just a sunset.<br />
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It’s like reading a story by Edgar Allen Poe. It psychologically says, let’s go deeper.<br />
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I've always liked The Scream. I think it's beautiful. More so than the sunset or any other pretty picture people come up with.<br />
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Here's a quote from the author of The Scream:<br />
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Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.<br />
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That’s as good as it gets. Get ready to fall short. =)<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-29905321897747087752011-01-01T12:30:00.000-08:002011-01-01T16:35:33.842-08:00From champagne to Pretty Dresses to Drunk Lesbians…Hello 2011!I anticipated a quiet evening at home doing nothing for my New Year’s Eve. I know, I’m getting old before my time. I went to a dance at my studio the day before and found the person I related to the most was an older man who planned on spending it with his dogs. I hope those are some nice dogs…coming from a person who doesn't really like cats and dogs. :P But during this party I won a free ticket to a New Year’s event at a hotel. Way cool, as I would never have spent the money on it myself.<br />
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I met other people from my studio there and we soon found our tables. As luck would have it I sat next to a man who remembered what it was like to be 19. “Look,” I said, “They gave me tickets for two free drinks. Do you think I could use them?” His answer was you never know till you try. I didn’t have to though. Shall I say more? Nah. My mom might read this, lol.<br />
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The dance floor was incredibly small and crowded. It was fun not to have to think about executing steps in perfect fashion and dance frame for a night. It’s freedom to break every rule. You don’t even need a partner if you don’t want one. And if you do have one, the best part is getting them to dance in a more freestyle way than they are doing. <br />
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Their live band had a saxophone player. That really is one of the best instruments. And of course they also had a pretty lady singer, who made everyone look better. <br />
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Ironically, the last time I was at this hotel it was for a Pentecostal Revival with some friends. Now we’re hopping around on the dance floor. Same room and everything.<br />
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It was after we welcomed in the New Year, screamed as the balloons came falling down and continued dancing into the night (I know, technically, it would be morning, but that doesn’t sound right) that I was greeted by a giggling pretty girl who used her high alcohol level to join my dance space. She was fun, though slightly out of control, until I came to the conclusion that she was not simply drunk, but probably a lesbian as well. Suffice to say I took her hands and changed the “dance.”<br />
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Note to idiot men who take pictures of women dancing together: you’re idiots.<br />
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Anyway, Happy New Year to everyone!<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-34887322234065205182010-12-10T18:50:00.000-08:002010-12-11T16:25:48.730-08:00Blame It on My AmygdalaEver wondered why teenagers roll their eyes and say, “You wouldn’t understand,” to an adult when asked what’s wrong? <br />
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Also how young people can say, “I love him!” one day and, “I hate him!” the next. And it goes round and round like a merry go round, faces changing with the same song playing and everything.<br />
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I have a very smart brother who recently informed me that there is such a thing as an amygdala. Fascinated by this, I had to research it. It’s in your brain, located in your limbic system, which is where your pituitary glands are of course, and is highly associated with classical conditioning. Until around the age of 24 your thought process is going through your amygdala, which is an emotional thought process, hence a lot of decisions young people make are stupid.<br />
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Eventually, it moves to your frontal cortex. You know, the logical part of your head that makes you turn into a boring person. :P<br />
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All this to say, though I do think it should be encouraged to always talk to adults, there is logic to that closed off, “You wouldn’t understand,” statement.<br />
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Generally mother’s deal with the results of the amygdala from their children and therefore probably don’t need to know the science behind behavior in order to understand. Yay for mom’s…(I think degrees are overrated, to bad we need them to get anywhere it seems). And no, this does not mean if you’re not a mommy you are incapable of comprehending matters of the amygdala; after all, you once thought primarily with it yourself.<br />
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Just saying, there’s often a gap between young people and adults and that’s probably why. P.S. No personal complaints from myself.<br />
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Oh, and because it’s associated with classical conditioning be careful of your environment. All that external stimuli is going to be shaping you heavily. <br />
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Okay, your lecture is done.<br />
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On a side note, you know those people that start to annoy you in little ways and after a long period of time? Well, I have to see one in dance class quite often. It’s pretty hard to annoy me. But she has a way of saying personal jabs that remind you that umm, yeah, we’re not all great dancers. (So please shut up, it’s just a stupid salsa, do we need perfect finger position RIGHT NOW? Use that thing called a filter and don’t make fun of mine).<br />
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Oh, the things we never say. Probably for the better.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-8558187956977928852010-12-04T11:00:00.000-08:002010-12-04T12:48:40.543-08:00Beautiful WomenMe and a friend once stood talking to a fellow dancer, and as the last AM party goers were starting to trickle out the door and instructors were picking up cups and leftover party food, he began educating us on the topic of beautiful women. They develop egos because they don’t have to rely on their personality to get by, he said. And then they become less pleasant to be around. The woman may be beautiful and men may think the man is one lucky man for catching her, but beauty is not the leading quality and that man may not be as lucky as they think he is. "Make sure you two don't develop egos," He said. The biggest conclusion I grabbed from his delightfully educational talk was:<br />
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Make sure when you look in the mirror you can see someone you like.<br />
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I told him if we look at everyone as a beautiful unique individual then that helps make sure you never do anything prissy.<br />
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It also made me think how awesome Christianity is. Because solely basing on the fact that if an individual loves God and people are made in the image of God then it would be impossible not to love people and treat them like they should be treated because loving them is an extension to the love we have from God. You don’t have to be cool, sexy, or smart for a Christian to give you love. That should be something they give automatically to everyone.<br />
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What you earn is trust, because I don’t think a person can ever be good enough to earn someone’s love. I would think you an idiot, (and yes, that was not particularly loving) if you stood back and said, I deserve your love. I would feel like an idiot if I said that to someone too. This I realized when I was at the Orphanage in Egypt. The kids there barely spoke English, yet they continually reminded me and the other girls that they loved us. They didn't ask if we deserved it, if we were good people, and heck, pouring concrete most the time was not particularly one on one time spent.<br />
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Hence, the only word I learned how to say was I love you. I wont try and prove that though right now. Those foreign words are awfully hard to spell. :P <br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-89483890575513655552010-11-09T21:05:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:05:48.684-08:00Is Single Over-Rated?I got pulled over by a cop the other day. He didn’t like the way I pulled out in front of him. It was just a little too close. Was it illegal? No. Did I actually do anything wrong? No. That classifies the cop as an effing idiot in my mind. I wanted to shoot him then and there. Really? Well, at least his tires. I'd leave the shooting for someone else.<br />
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I’m told I might just have issues with authority.<br />
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I love being single. I look it as blessed freedom. For example, I spend my Friday nights going to dance parties at my studio and I love that there’s no one to ask if per chance I want to do something different…because I don’t.<br />
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To say the least, it would cramp my style. But yesterday someone popped the question, is freedom worth the lack of companionship? I don't know. Despite the fact humans were built for companionship I have doubts my need for it runs very deep. Hence, I’ve chosen my schoolbooks and other things over possible relationships in the past.<br />
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I’m still quite infatuated with the possibilities being single can lead to, but I will have to ponder on the other side for a while. <br />
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Nothing beats hanging out with awesome people, and last weekend I had the opportunity to see a symphony in Seattle with these awesome people. I now know that the guy that stands up there waving his stick around actually has a purpose. Thank goodness for musically talented people to explain these things.<br />
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My body doesn’t like too much caffeine. It let me know that I was over-stepping my boundaries when I started getting weird muscle cramping in my neck. It also lowers a person’s ability to handle stress, which could lead to depression, which I suppose could lead to suicide. Who would’ve thought.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-44767110506980607822010-11-01T21:17:00.000-07:002010-11-01T21:17:43.652-07:00My HalloweenOn Halloween night I was doing non other than watching tv with my sister. Here’s the thing about living in the country: no one really goes trick or treating. If they do then they hop over to the nearest city where their Costumes will actually be seeing by neighbors. So needless to say, when a knock came on the door and the little innocent voices of “Trick or treat!” were said at the door, my sister and I both stared at each other with “Uhhhh” looks.<br />
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We were lazy. We hadn’t picked up any candy.<br />
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The doorbell rang.<br />
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“I feel horrible!” My sister said. “We’re ignoring children.”<br />
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The blinds were down, all but one light was off, maybe they could tell people were inside, but maybe not.<br />
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“Trick or treat!”<br />
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I crouched down on the couch. It just made me feel better to do that. Not that I could’ve been seeing anyway.<br />
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"They don't know we're ignoring them," I said, "We could be busy. You could be in the shower and I could have my ipod in."<br />
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I don't think that made her feel any better, but they eventually went away. <br />
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Here’s the thing. I once spent Halloween in the city where I was told, “Here’s the candy because children love to come trick or treating.” I thought, oh, that’s cool. But the city went dead early on. Like what the heck. And no one was out trick or treating. Good thing I didn’t schedule my night around that.<br />
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So, in all respects, I really wouldn’t have had any reason to believe in a country neighborhood where there are like no kids that we would get the only kids knocking on our door.<br />
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So there you have it. My 2010 Halloween. I ignored the pleas of innocent children, asking for a trick or treat.<br />
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I did go to my dance party. And I dressed up as a flapper girl. My brother went as the devil. And here we are, posing for the camera.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leanne</div>Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-78559632619913116522010-10-28T07:35:00.001-07:002010-10-28T07:45:12.634-07:00My Fave Poem<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table21" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">And both that morning equally lay</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">In leaves no step had trodden black.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, I marked the first for another day!</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Yet knowing how way leads on to way</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">I doubted if I should ever come back.</div></span> <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">I shall be telling this with a sigh</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Somewhere ages and ages hence:</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">I took the one less traveled by,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">And that has made all the difference. </div></span></td></tr>
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I’ve never woken up one day and thought, “Dang, I’d love to be judged today!” Or, “Can’t wait to see their faces when I admit I messed up.”<br />
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If I’m around a self-respecting person I wont start talking about the skeletons in my closet. If they say, “How was your week?“ The words, “Oh, well, you know, I’m dealing with an addiction,” are not going to come out of my mouth, if I was dealing with an addiction. I don’t want to feel like I’m less of a human than they are. And some people appear pretty perfect. That’s hard to compete with. <br />
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Perverted people are going to make friends easier because when you’re around them you don’t feel like you’re below them. They wont judge you because…well, that would be hypocritical of them and chances are, they don’t care.<br />
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There’s a line in an Evanescence song that goes…”Always find my place among the ashes…” So, no matter what happens, if I take myself down to where the perverted people are then a part of me will feel like it has found its place. What part would that be exactly?<br />
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The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?---Jeremiah 17:9<br />
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That part, I suppose.<br />
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Conclusion: “Perfect” people are usually more human than we think, and understand better and tend to be the ones who really end up caring (in my experience), but it would help if we could see that because if not, our tendency is to go down hill where we know we will for sure be accepted and not judged.<br />
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Leanne<br />
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</div>Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-32275887360274990332010-10-20T21:32:00.000-07:002010-10-20T21:32:33.367-07:00I Touch You Once, I Touch You TwiceIf I were to explain my absence I would say that it was because I was cramming for a test and had to put all mental energy into that, but I wont because that would just sound like a lame excuse. I am now a happy senior though.<br />
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My exam was on Marketing and it was a nice reminder of why I decided to go for an English degree. <br />
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Just to let all the women know, if you like a man but for whatever reason don't want him to know, there are a couple things you should avoid doing. These are subconscious things we start doing.<br />
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Run your hands through your hair<br />
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Lick your lips<br />
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Touch him...not like that but like that, get it? Usually on the hand, shoulder, or thigh when talking to him. And no, the thoughts going through your head are not, "Ooo, I'm touching him." <br />
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Smile more<br />
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Tilt your head...no, it's not because you're listening to him more.<br />
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The rest of the facts are not as interesting. <br />
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Why do I know this? Because ages ago (yes, 19 allows me to have a past that represents ages ago) I knew this man and came home one night and thought, I wonder if I do anything that would make him think I like him. To my shock I was doing everything listed. "Oh my gosh!" Yep, those were my thoughts. I had no idea there was a correlation. To think, I thought I was just being me.<br />
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Good news was, this man was not really all that in-tuned with such aspects of human nature. <br />
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My little brother is funny. He walks into the room and in a girly voice says, "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" <br />
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Another time, I will list what men do.Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-24037437367873958892010-10-07T16:10:00.000-07:002010-10-07T16:39:08.688-07:00Key words...loner, halloween, coffee, virginityRarely do I find myself disappointed in someone. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact I’m a loner. I love being alone. Don’t get me wrong. I love to socialize too. One of my hobbies is getting to know random people. Coffee shops is the best place for this and since I often have my computer and school books out, “What are you studying?” is the typical open liner. Highlight of any boring study day. <br />
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I've decided it’s all about what we want from someone that determines how disappointed in them we can be. If I don’t want anything from you, how then can you let me down? You really can’t.<br />
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As Halloween is coming up at my dance studio I decided that I need to go costume shopping. It gets tricky when you have to find something you can dance in. Last year I was real brilliant. I went as a ballroom dancer. Yep. That was my creative mind at work.<br />
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Oh! And I've recently dyed my hair. Honestly, I feel like my hair lost its virginity. It's a bittersweet thing. Sometimes I can't remember what I looked like before. I turned it espresso! I decided that I loved coffee so much I could no longer just drink it, I needed the color in my hair too. My hair looks almost black and I love it.<br />
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I think you should go dye your hair.<br />
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Leanne<br />
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</div>Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-3897471680061061782010-10-03T23:36:00.000-07:002010-10-03T23:43:38.268-07:00If You Think Kissing Tells You SomethingI think I should be allowed to drink at my delicate age of 19. Why? Because I look so good holding a wine glass.<br />
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Ummm...you have a dirty mind depending on what comes to your mind when I say...do you want a cup? Yes. You already have two...yeah, someone said that to me. Did I get it right away? You'll never know! Haha.<br />
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Apparently, a chemical is released in your brain when you kiss someone that makes you feel like you're in love (the one that is released during exercise...heart beating faster, breathing becoming deep and irregular). So sorry to break it to you sweethearts, but that had nothing to do with love. Let me spell it out for you honey...never mind, that would take too long.<br />
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I could also go into how your pupils become dilated in dim light, which makes you look friendlier, sexier, warmer, and inviting (why do you think people look better in sunglasses? Correct), so when you are having a candlelight dinner with your sexy date and they say, "I feel like we're sharing an intimate moment when I look into your eyes." You can say, "Oh no we're not, it's just that the pupils in my eyes are dilated and it's making you think this is an intimate moment."<br />
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My mom says it's not that unromantic.<br />
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I will close this post before I shatter more romantic illusions.<br />
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Then again...sorry, can't help it. We subconsciously read each other's body language, taking in more info than we probably realize and so when a girl says she can't believe how well she got along with this new boy...like wow! it just means they subconsciously understood each other's body language. Nothing magical happened.<br />
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Okay, all done. For realze.<br />
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Leanne<br />
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P.S. This post was inspired by amp. I don't know how it got my neurotransmitters working so well, and I'm too tired to care. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">P.S.S. Let's groove tonight, share the spice of life, baby slice it right, we're gonna groove tonight...</span><br />
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<i>I want control.</i><i> </i><i>I want to feel in control of something. If I don’t then I feel insecure and I start reaching for a solid object. If I reach, but don’t feel anything then I’ll create it. I don’t want to feel vulnerable. It makes me feel worthless. </i><br />
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<i>I’ll hate you. I’ll second guess your motives. You can’t be nice to me because I don’t want you to be. You can’t get through to me because if I let you through then that will show me how weak the surroundings I’ve created are. And I wont feel secure anymore. So I’m back to hating you. It’s not personal, it’s just that I know you’re a fracked up witch. </i><br />
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<i>Yes, yes, I’m feeling much better. </i><br />
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<i>Let me do whatever I want to my body. You say it’s bad for me. I don’t care. It’s my body and I have control over it. </i><br />
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<i>What about religion? Well, God, I don’t like you anymore. I’m not angry at you. I can control my emotions. I just don’t like you. Something in the back of my mind is telling me I’m on the right track. </i><br />
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<i>I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to invade your circle and effect you, I just don’t want you inside of mine. And I surely don’t want to see sympathy. That might make me cry. I just want to hate you and I want you to feel it just enough so that you keep your distance from me. </i><br />
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<i>Have you heard of witchcraft? It sounds lovely. The allure of an ouija board. No, I’m not bored. To think I could connect to the other side. I would be stronger. </i><br />
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False security. False power. False strength. False control. You’re evil, but you feel so beautiful.<br />
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Disclaimer: This is not my mental state, at the moment. However, these are human emotions that will probably show themselves in one way or another in everyone.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-84524088466558374162010-09-27T07:15:00.000-07:002010-09-27T07:27:44.506-07:00Honesty is a Virtue. Detecting a Liar is A Skill.I like being able to know when people are lying to me. It's helpful.<br />
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How a woman is most likely to lie.<br />
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Man: Why were you late?<br />
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Woman: Oh, well you know how Judy is, I couldn’t get out the door she kept on talking her lipstick off. It’s probably for the better, isn’t that red color awful on her? Then traffic was a mess. I swear we slowed down to 25 mph on the highway!”<br />
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How a man is typically going to lie.<br />
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Woman: Why were you late?<br />
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Man: Lost track of time.<br />
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A woman will cover up a lie with detail. A man gives one liners.<br />
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Also, remember:<br />
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1. Hear No Evil.<br />
2. See No Evil.<br />
3 Speak No Evil.<br />
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People tend to touch these places in some way when they are lying. <br />
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Now, they might be more apt to look you in the eye because they know it will be their reaction to want to look away. This one depends on how smart of a person you’re dealing with.<br />
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If they touch their nose, as was observed in the Lewinsky Scandal with Bill Clinton years later, it is a sign they are lying. Tried and true. Mafia is a great one for this too. <br />
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Apparently, they will also look towards their ears if repeating a lie someone told them to say. I have experienced this one a couple of times. It’s pretty cool when you know not to accept someone’s answer because they gave themselves away. <br />
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Now here’s the real kicker, if you are an attractive person people believe you more than an unattractive person. So, if you’re ugly, don’t take it personally when people don’t believe you.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-17881804231647182812010-09-23T19:20:00.000-07:002010-09-23T19:20:03.921-07:00Streaking for Everyone!There is only one reason why I think streaking should never be legal, and it’s not because of indecent exposure. On the contrary, I applaud such things as nude beaches.<br />
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I am against streaking because it would not be good for the economy. If people stopped wearing clothes stores would go out of business, families would go hungry, and fashion would be a lost art. <br />
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However, it is only the bounds of culture that keep minds shut off from such an idea.<br />
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LeanneLeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167394348768146929noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571218641081151870.post-44720790748139050862010-09-19T06:05:00.000-07:002010-09-19T06:05:03.641-07:00A Passing LoveI once met a man. He was beautiful. And no, I don’t mean that he was purely attractive, though he possessed that quality as well. Because he was gay and currently in a relationship with another man I felt the freedom to go ahead and adore him. I loved working with him and just being around him. Every room seemed brighter when he was in it.<br />
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And then one day he had to go away. And I felt like the world had just given me a dose of unfairness. I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet.<br />
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I will be honest, I did not miss him. I couldn't. I never loved him. All I loved was how he made me feel and so that is all I missed.<br />
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That’s when I decided there’s two kinds of love. The kind where we love someone regardless of how they make us feel and the kind where we love someone because of the way they make us feel.<br />
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Here’s what happens when you’re loved because of how you make someone else feel…you are easily replaced and you will be replaced. It’s like an emotional one night stand. As soon as you stop giving you will be discarded for the next victim and you with all your goodness will become a fleeting memory. <br />
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There’s something slightly horrible about how detached the concept is, but yet there’s a shred of beauty in it. I’m not sure why. Maybe because it is so easy to bounce back.<br />
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