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		<title>My life...as I know it.</title>
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		<name>shawn</name>
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			<published>2011-07-08T18:26:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2011-07-08T18:26:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Darkness is so calming, so quiet, so much comfort in the
emptiness. Floating with arms wide open...head back...eyes closed.
No worries. No pain. No sadness. No feelings of wandering lost.
Just cool comfort. Weightless. Free of the demons of this world.
Just peace.&lt;/p&gt;
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			<title>Lisa</title>
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			<published>2011-02-13T20:06:00.000Z</published>
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			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Stopped by Lisa&#39;s tonight to drop her off some dinner as well as
her Valentine&#39;s Day gift. I always feel bad when I leave Lisa&#39;s. I
always feel guilty that I don&#39;t spend more time with her than I do.
When I was over there tonight she was telling me about her new job
at Pine Castle. I often realize when I spend time with her, just
how much of the day-to-day details of her life that I miss out on.
Lisa has dealt with so many challenges throughout her life. Yet she
remains the most trusting and loving person I have ever known. As
much as I admire that about her, I often worry that her trust of
others will open her to being taken advantage of. Sometimes it&#39;s
easy to feel sorry about myself regarding my health issues, work
issues, or whatever else may come along. But then after I spend
time with Lisa, I realize that my struggles aren&#39;t all that bad
after all. She is definitely someone whom I will always admire. I
hope one day she finds someone with whom she can share her love
with. She deserves to one day experience the joy of romance and
hopefully getting married. I REALLY hope she finds that someone
special one day soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope one day to be the person she considers me to be. I really
need to spend more time with her. I don&#39;t want to be in a situation
one day, where I&#39;m telling myself..&quot;I wish I would have made more
time to be a part of her life.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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			<published>2011-02-09T15:49:00.000Z</published>
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			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Working really sucks. There&#39;s no two ways about it. Some of us
are lucky enough to have jobs we somewhat enjoy, or that are
somewhat more tolerable than others. The work I do is OK, but
working for others...well is that ever really good??? I know what
my problem is (at least one of them)...I have a problem with
authority. I always have, as far back in my adult life as I
can remember. I don&#39;t like for someone to tell me what to do (even
though that&#39;s often tolerable based on their approach). I can&#39;t
stand for someone to talk down to me though. I just have no
tolerance for it. My boss today kinda jumped my case because he
tried to call me when I was with a customer. One minute I&#39;m
told...&quot;Deal with the customer first, answer the phone later.&quot; Now
all the sudden it&#39;s...&quot;you need to make time for me when I call you
even though you&#39;re with a customer.&quot; It was one of those moments
when I had to consciously choose my battle. I could have pushed
back, but decided to wait for something more worthwhile to show my
ass about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isn&#39;t that how life is though? Picking our battles? Yeah, you
can really put your foot down and take a stand about everything
that comes along that you don&#39;t agree with...but then when you do
it over something that really truly matters, whose gonna take you
seriously? I try to keep the philosophy of... pull out all the guns
when it really matters. Then people will stop and think &quot;wow, this
is kinda out of character for him/her. I should maybe stop and
listen.&quot; It don&#39;t always work, but sometimes it does. Maybe I
should try and be more tolerant of people. Then again...maybe
not. Is it because I hold such a grudge towards others
for judging me? Probably so. Oh well...they can talk about me
all they want when I&#39;m gone. At that point I won&#39;t care. At that
point it won&#39;t matter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wow...as I sit here and listen to myself, I realize how venomous
I sound. It&#39;s just been one of those days I guess. It&#39;s just been
so long since I&#39;ve really felt happiness about anything. That don&#39;t
mean I&#39;ve been in a constant rut, but I can&#39;t remember the last
time I really felt excited or truly happy about something. It&#39;s
kinda scary when I think about it. There has to be some kind of joy
in this life, to make all the struggles we go through worthwhile. I
can&#39;t think that deep right now. I think I&#39;ll just settle for a
bowl of Cocoa-Puffs for now.&lt;/p&gt;
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