I meant I was getting faster and I’m feeling more confident in writing. I thought maybe you experienced it too.
I didn’t notice that. You’re right. Funny, eh?
If you think you’re drawing a veil on the subject, you’re not doing it well enough. It’s really obvious who you mean. You wasted a lot of “she/he” for it and still I think everybody knows who you’re talking about. Either you’re not good at keeping secrets or you want him to see your comments on purpose. But since I always try to avoid letting the words of on side of a story cloud my judgement about people, I don’t think you caused any harm. I respect all of you and if I see nothing immoral in a person with my own eyes, I won’t change my mind. Although it’s devastating to see the ones I respect belittle themselves in front of others.
I hope when everyone saw his first post about corrections, they didn’t go in his PV and attack him. I believe when two people are arguing, the stupid thing would be for others to take sides in it. And make the situation worse. Anyway, let bygones be bygones. Some issues are better left untold.
Do you wanna know the reason behind me not using private internet spaces (like social media)? It’s perhaps really stupid for you, but in my mind looks fully justified. I know the cyberspace and I know people. A while ago I promised myself (I try to avoid saying the phrase “took an oath” ) to never talk to anyone in a closed space on the internet unless I have to. It includes email. And I can’t make myself to even contact Sajad. It’s a shame that I’m a man of my words.
On the bright side, I can be friendly and joke with the girls and they’d be sure I’m not trying to hit on them; because we will never talk in private. That’s for sure.
Hiya, when I saw your long comment, I couldn’t be more pleased (But damn it, Ghazanfar! It took me 15 minutes to read it ).
Anyway,
You are a really wise girl; I’m sure you can solve every issue in your life, but sometimes, some problems just need time to get better. Never rush into a decision. Time heals. I wish you the best.
But… “Robot”? “Software”? Do you really think you can have a “friendly friendship” (it’s a correct combination of words; shut up! ) with them? They never can get someone engaged in a conversation; at least not for a long time.
And… “I make topics my own”? Do you want me to take a sword and commit hara-kiri? That’s what you want?
This was an excellent reason for that. But you’re so careful in this case. I, myself, as a girl, don’t act so cautiously as you do. Nonetheless, I like this way of thinking of yours.
I would better say that “my mistakes have been reduced in my writings”. But I don’t feel comfortable with writing in English. My English isn’t very good or excellent. I’m not an advanced English learner / speaker / writer.
It’s still difficult for me to write in English. However, I write more than the most guys. I’m not good at English as you! My English isn’t as good as your English! Now, which one of these two sentences is correct?! You see! My English is awful!
I know … I know … You’re so damn cautious and control freak! But, I don’t mean to offend you. But anyway, I’m not lying! Am I lying?!
What are you talking about? You write great. Besides, I read very fast and I cannot find any problem in anybody’s comment. But sometimes I just browse my owe posts and find my mistakes. Like “break a leg” which I used it to say “good luck”, but it’s a theatrical slang for a showman before they go on the stage. Or I wrote “couch” instead of “coach”.
Making mistakes is a part of learning; if I don’t find them now, I will learn them later (maybe when I’m reading or studying).
Yeah! You’re right! I’m super careful and super control freak. They add up to being a complete weirdo. I’m careful in my behaviour, because I’ve seen a lot of awful people in my life. When I do something a little like them, I feel I’m them. I can’t bear it. I can’t stand people who find girls and call them by their first names and even add “babe” to their names.
And yes, I’m a control freak (about objects, myself and people). If you want to know how high is the level of my control-freakness (I coined this word ), let’s just say “I can’t even stand people around me” (why are we talking about me? ).
Hi! 15 minutes! Really? Let me put your mind at piece. It took me decades to come to that realization. Anyway, thank you for your kind words. I hope so myself.
It’s funny you say that cuz I’m a multipotentialite. And most people don’t really get me. So, there is no difference between talking to a robot or a human being in this regard. Besides, I’m not an extrovert. So… .
It’s a shame that I’m not a killer here. Saying no is a great betrayal of myself. But saying yes means I accept that you will experience a painful death, and as you mentioned before, you will kill a lot of people before you die in this way. And as I do not like to kill and massacre other human beings, I ignore my deepest wishes and refuse to accept your request. So no, just don’t commit suicide like that.
I have read somewhere that you have left here for a while, so I hope you can do whatever you need or want to do as soon as possible.
You killed me! It was deep. Really deep joke (using a reference to my previous post on “Last day of life”). But don’t worry about my pain and lives of others. I can take one or two tablets of ibuprofen, then cut my stomach. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt too much.
The loneliest period in our lives is not when we are literally alone; it’s when people are around us and we still feel alone. But it’s weird; I think I prefer people not to know me at all. I want to be sure I’m smarter than what other people think of me. So I like it when nobody understands me. It’s a good sign. I can understand others, but others can’t understand me. Then I’m sure I’m the smart one.
I agree with you to some extent. But you know what! Being alone among people is something I enjoy. In the future, I would like to experience living in a small hut in the middle of a beautiful forest. It’s just me and myself and that lovely solitude.
I’m sorry but I can’t be sure about that.
I don’t know. I’m not in your head. But you know, I think knowing that you don’t know and then trying to learn the things you need to know is some sort of wisdom in itself. So you know what, I think I’m the stupidest person ever! And this knowledge helps me want to learn things.
Believe me or not, I got really happy when I saw your name last night. I was like something like this , he finally came back. You wasted my time by forcing me to write this paragraph. You know?
I truly understand this feeling. But it’s temporary, believe me!
Ouch! (That came out wrong )
I’m not talking about knowledge, I’m talking about being smart. Let me explain. All of us have a mental picture of ourselves in our minds. If we are surrounded by understanding and smart people, we see ourselves as someone more inadequate and inferior than them. But when we are surrounded by simple-minded (not bad, necessarily) people, we think we are smarter than them. We have something deep that they don’t get. This smart picture of us is just an imagination; it’s connected to our self-esteem.
I said “I want to think I’m smart”. I didn’t say “I am smarter”. Like right now. I said something deep that you didn’t get it straight away. And I think I have some deep thoughts that others cannot understand immediately. I’m not saying you’re stupid (god forbid), I say I have something deep that gives me this feeling that I’m smart (Got me? I hate you!).
But since I always try to avoid letting the words of on side of a story cloud my judgement about people, I don’t think you caused any harm. I respect all of you and if I see nothing immoral in a person with my own eyes, I won’t change my mind. Although it’s devastating to see the ones I respect belittle themselves in front of others.
).
Do you really think you can have a “friendly friendship” (it’s a correct combination of words; shut up! 
) with them? They never can get someone engaged in a conversation; at least not for a long time.
But you’re so careful in this case. I, myself, as a girl, don’t act so cautiously as you do. 
(but not so modest and humble 
).
You’re so damn cautious and control freak! 
But anyway, I’m not lying! Am I lying?! 
It was deep. Really deep joke (using a reference to my previous post on “Last day of life”). But don’t worry about my pain and lives of others. I can take one or two tablets of ibuprofen, then cut my stomach. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt too much. 
, he finally came back. You wasted my time by forcing me to write this paragraph. You know?
