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In reply to Net, your probably right.  I haven't thought outside of the tiny little box.  It's cool to get others input to weigh in against my view.  It has a balancing effect.  Thanks to all who bothered to respond to what to many may seem like a trivial matter.  Now I have food for thought.  Now a stupid question, "What are you talking about when you talk about the thread?"

In response to Patrick Goddamn Stewart.  No I don't think that most people do this intentionally but supconsciously I think that they think that they are supperior and don't need to bother with manners, treating people like they would like to be treated.  I wonder how they would respond if the cashier repeatedly put their change on the counter for them to grovel at and pick up if they handed the money to the cashier?  And to the Scarlett Reaper, you may have your glut on my anger and I would still have more to share with anybody else who wishes to partake.

I really hate rude people.  There are so many realms of rude people that it's hard to know where to start.  I'm a "Peacel, Love and Mungbeans" kinda person and have worked in various jobs.  The thing that annoys me the most is when a person gives money to the cashier and puts it on the counter.  The cashier gives the change to the costomer in their hand (seeing that they have their hand outstretched for the change) but the costomer doesn't see fit to use some common manners to give the cashier the money in their hand.  Double standards or what?

Dr Goofy,

Absolutely Fabulous!!!  I am new to all this, why in my profile did they say that I'm a prison bitch.  I live in Yandina on the Sunshine Coast and I breed  Dobermans for a living and don't get me wrong, it's profatable but heartbreaking at the same time. Herra, my girl had 11 puppies and I have one left to be picked up on Thursday and then all the puppies are gone, except for the red and tan male that we kept called Herculles and the Black and Tan female that we called Anarkee. 

Principia Discordianism Rules

(Beat this: I was born into the Jehovah Witness Religion and at the day that I turned 16 I was out of there.  The local police dragged me home and then left and seeing that my parents were German on top of it all (sob, sob) they tried to conform my to their ethics, but that's yust not me.  I still don't know what is me, that's why I'm talking to you guys.  Are you my people?

There are too many "Proffessionals" that have their parents pay for their education for them to have a name nailed to their door to give us a name as to what's wrong with us.  If you asked me ( and you probably wouldn't)  most people that have a mental illness have just had a really bad time in life over the last few years and they respond with the the only way that they know how ... primordial instincts.  Don't push me and I won't push you.  This hasn't worked for so long ... but why shouldn't it work.  This planet has been evolving for over 150,000,000 years and the rest, and is still evolving... Can't we connect on a spiritual level and feel the vibe without all the shit that is happening in front of us so that we feel that we are malformed or we have something wrong with us.  WE ARE THE FUTURE but we have to be very careful as to what we do to to create this new world.

How accurate is that.  You are truely a great realistic poet.  The black dog hounds me also.  I run until I can run no more.  He tears at my flesh and the aggony is excrutiating.  I cannot hide.  He can smell the blood that he drew.  He will have his fill and then disappear into the night from whenst he came.   I have time to heal.  I know he will return but for now life is OK.  I must stay on guard, I have no idea when he will return.  There is no rythm to his visits, no knowledge of when he will be back except for the fact that he will be back at some point.  The time when he is not hounding me is beautiful.  It is only marred by the fact that he is watching me enjoy my peace.  I can hear his saliva drip on the ground, ready to claim me again. HERE WE GO AGAIN

I don't take bi-polar disorder as a lark, but there are so many proffessionals out there that are all too willing to prescribe meds that have more side effects than benefits.  I live in the country away from "the general public" so why should my personality be chemically changed when I'm not hurting anyone and I tend to live on the manic side and not the depressive side?  What is normal anyway?

This concept is just briliant.  I've been living my life trying to push shit uphill with people saying that there must be something wrong with me and the experts (x is an unknown quantity and a spert is water under pressure ... how intelligent) say that I'm bi-polar and have certified me and made me take meds, all because my behaviour is slightly higher that the norm.  If I could bottle my euphoria when I'm manic, I'd make a fortune.  So what if my ideas are slightly on the edge of reality?  Reality sucks anyway.  I'd rather tip-toe through the tulips on a regular basis personally.  I think the Greeks had the right idea of having a god for every little thing and you could just choose the one to worship by the way you feel at that time.  Eris rules.  There's nothing more fun than throwing a spanner in the works when things get a little boring.  Kaos is stimulating.  Any comments?