Comments on: The Human Circus http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932 Thu, 09 Sep 2010 15:34:16 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: 180|360 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7799 180|360 Wed, 02 Dec 2009 06:56:58 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7799 i couldn't agree more. i couldn’t agree more.

]]> By: Kathleen http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7791 Kathleen Wed, 02 Dec 2009 04:18:17 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7791 I, too, am constantly trying to define and redefine myself under whatever labels will suffice and explain away why I can be desperately unhappy amid a shockingly beautiful life. Or how I can be strong and steadfastly calm while chaos rages around me. I am my own enigma sometimes. Especially now. I want someone to tell me what to do, how to feel and when it will all be okay (again.) Then the minute someone actually attempts that I burn them with a white hot fury of rage and poison darts that pierce the very foundation of our relationship. Nice, huh? And then some days, I just want to endlessly nap. Most days, I sneak away and read your blog and remember I am not alone. xoxo I, too, am constantly trying to define and redefine myself under whatever labels will suffice and explain away why I can be desperately unhappy amid a shockingly beautiful life. Or how I can be strong and steadfastly calm while chaos rages around me. I am my own enigma sometimes. Especially now. I want someone to tell me what to do, how to feel and when it will all be okay (again.) Then the minute someone actually attempts that I burn them with a white hot fury of rage and poison darts that pierce the very foundation of our relationship.
Nice, huh?
And then some days, I just want to endlessly nap.
Most days, I sneak away and read your blog and remember I am not alone.
xoxo

]]> By: Forgotten http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7771 Forgotten Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:29:38 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7771 What happened to two hands? What happened to two hands?

]]> By: Snotty McSnotterson http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7748 Snotty McSnotterson Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:22:22 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7748 Excellent. Agree 100%. Excellent. Agree 100%.

]]> By: Deedle http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7745 Deedle Mon, 30 Nov 2009 23:30:06 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7745 Amen. The need to be known and not known. The need to speak and shout and be silent. The wish that "they" would just read our minds, intuit our needs. Yes, and blogging makes it worse. I think I'm shutting down for a while. Hey, but you better not! Amen. The need to be known and not known. The need to speak and shout and be silent. The wish that “they” would just read our minds, intuit our needs. Yes, and blogging makes it worse. I think I’m shutting down for a while. Hey, but you better not!

]]> By: Jaina http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7743 Jaina Mon, 30 Nov 2009 23:14:38 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7743 It's definitely is a lot to think and puzzle about. It’s definitely is a lot to think and puzzle about.

]]> By: Syd http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7741 Syd Mon, 30 Nov 2009 22:20:40 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7741 I think that the manipulation of unstated needs is something that I sense and resent. I want to be asked, I want it straight and not to have some guessing game. I am no longer afraid to ask for what I need. I may not get it but I ask. I think that the manipulation of unstated needs is something that I sense and resent. I want to be asked, I want it straight and not to have some guessing game. I am no longer afraid to ask for what I need. I may not get it but I ask.

]]> By: Craig http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7739 Craig Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:39:58 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7739 Our needs. Our tangled identities. This human circus. Yes. Yes. Yes. Thanks for visiting my neglected family blog, so I could find yours. For better or worse, you've gained a regular reader. Our needs. Our tangled identities. This human circus. Yes. Yes. Yes. Thanks for visiting my neglected family blog, so I could find yours. For better or worse, you’ve gained a regular reader.

]]> By: Holli http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7730 Holli Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:32:12 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7730 I find myself waiting for each post by you - to make me think, revel in your words, feel, push the envelope. I LOVE your writing!!!!!!!!! You can put me right there in your kitchen in 1975, right there in your teen angst head... right there alive in each story. Wow as usual. I find myself waiting for each post by you – to make me think, revel in your words, feel, push the envelope.

I LOVE your writing!!!!!!!!!

You can put me right there in your kitchen in 1975, right there in your teen angst head… right there alive in each story.

Wow as usual.

]]> By: Edward http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932&cpage=1#comment-7721 Edward Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:29:03 +0000 http://www.ordinaryartblog.com/?p=932#comment-7721 I think all we really are, as human beings, is a bundle of needs in a skin wrapper. I need to get up, I need to lie down, I need to work, I need to rest, I need to eat, I need to stop, I need love and anger,success and to deal with failure, security, tranquility, adventure and risk. Living is needing. I think all we really are, as human beings, is a bundle of needs in a skin wrapper. I need to get up, I need to lie down, I need to work, I need to rest, I need to eat, I need to stop, I need love and anger,success and to deal with failure, security, tranquility, adventure and risk. Living is needing.

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