11:13 p.m. - 2004-11-17
Me And My Headspace
they're not my friends, i just happen to work with them.
..and maybe once in a while just get a little acknowledgement, but no. i think someone thought it was funny to stamp the word 'Loner' on my forehead somewhere. what else could explain the crappiness at work.
so no, they're not my friends. friends dont gather around for breakfast and leave you out. friends dont happily go out for lunch with your supervisor, and leave you out, friends dont gather around and listen to music and leave you out, friends just dont do slag like that to each other.
they're slagging NOT my friends. they never will be. i dont WANT them as friends even if they come crawling to me begging. i dont NEED people like them.
at least i have Jazz...
he and Zoomy (thats the red Mazda RX-8) have taken up permanent residence in my headspace and constantly keep me company day in and day out of that Primus-damned exhibition hall. and i like it. at least they care. they see how i get treated there, and they care enough to make sure i'm alright. Primus bless their sparks, i love them for it
No i'm not delusional, i dont need therapy, i'm not in denial, and i'm not crazy.
so i believe my toys are alive and can speak to me. yes, they can. they talk to me and i freely admit it. My TFs, my Ponies, my plushies - each and every one of them has their own voice, and just because you cant hear it doesnt mean that i cant... and frankly, they're the only things that keep me from having a breakdown, so more power to them, and if you think i'm nuts then you can go jump in a smelter.
there is a reason my toys are all special to me and this is one of them. i would have gone crazy a long time ago if it werent for them, so they will always be my comfort and sanctuary.
Jazz, thank you.
