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Post by jigglytuffy on Nov 28, 2005 22:29:53 GMT -6
I just wrote this today. It's a true story that happened a few hours ago.
So, all you do is “Internet” You don’t work at all Just stay on that computer Everyday, all day long
You’re pathetic and you know it He says to me one day I just sit by the screen silent-like Letting him get his way
I’ll get off so he can be quiet And never bat an eye Since I’m so pathetic, I thought I’ll pretend like I don’t mind
Of course it bothers me when someone says You really have no life But what am I to do these days? I just can’t get it right
Why does he care so much? About what I do and why It’s not like I’m killing anybody Just let me live my life
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Post by Laura on Nov 29, 2005 20:41:55 GMT -6
The meaning behind it could apply to a lot of people, I think. I know I tell my brother he spends too much time on the computer but I wouldn't call it pathetic. I spend a lot of time myself. I haven't seen someone write about this topic yet. This part:
"Of course it bothers me when someone says You really have no life But what am I to do these days? I just can’t get it right"
--was my favourite simply because I know how this feels.
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Post by jigglytuffy on Nov 29, 2005 22:49:30 GMT -6
That was my Dad refering to me. He really called me pathetic. All the words are really what happened. I got off and just said nothing. An hour later, I wrote that poem. This was the 1st poem I've written in awhile. Glad you liked that stanza.
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Post by Only Me on Dec 3, 2005 12:40:17 GMT -6
wow. yea i wouldn't say it was patheic... I think people need the internet in order to survive these days, it is a way to vent without the "real" people around you having to get the brutal end of it... you know what i am saying? Like I have always felt that i could talk to my "virtual" friends about more things than I could talk to my "real" friends... I guess, I don't know its like it doesnt matter who you are talking to online, the person they tell you that they are is all you will ever know, you wont see them being fake, its like they are offering you everything that they want to offer, no more, no less... get what i am saying? greta poem!
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