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#241
I have heard straight from the horses mouth - police officers - saying that people who smoke weed as their chosen vice compared to alcohol get in less trouble, or some never cause trouble when stoned. Where as alcohol causes much more upset and fights and instances of violence. I am still dubious though as I believe that marijuana DOES exacerbate pre existing mental health disorders and depression. I saw a documentary that stipulated that marijuana is the only drug that is absorbed by the brain and infact stays there and lingers on for much more time than other illegal street drugs. This must be thc chemical component of the drug as I know the oil( marijuana without the psychoactive thc) has been approved in the uk. And since marijuana effects dopamine receptors that could prove it has a strong link to schizophrenia in my book. I am undecided on whether it can be blamed for causing mental illness. Maybe a combination of genetics and usage may cause serious illness like psychosis. From my reading on cannabis and it's effects on the brain most sources agree that it is most dangerous for teens when the brain is still developing (until 25) and can alter the pathways the neurons and synapses in the brain create. And can cause irreversible damage. So learning is affected since the brain cannot send signals to where they are needed as quickly. But suggest that if a person is older cannabis may be a bit safer.
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#242
Don't pay heed to mersey.
I was not flirting. I felt like the ugly one Out of charlies lot. Flirting would be the last Thing on my mind. The place was like a small town. Bran flakes. All the Fars I have met have been crazy. Paps. I was not funny. I was just easy on the eye. So I liked to try and be nice, And bantering along too. I need to get a job. Got the rest of your Life to work. I did need work. I had to go back to My bank to pay the Money needed because It was my personal bank. The bank I put wages In from the supermarket I worked at. The college Classes I dropped so I could work overtime To pay for a long shot, In vain hope that I could Silence the naysayers. I was not funny. And I was only easy on the eye. At least I could say I am an athlete. I am someone. Even though I felt, Like an imposter in my own skin. I had worked my socks off To get here. And I Knew it was now or never. I could go back to College anytime. This Was a once in a life time Opportunity and I had To grab the bull by the horns. I was travelling to compete And I feigned illness to my work. I did what I had to do. When I became unwell, Infinity evaporated before my eyes. I never felt invincible. But this was too, Young for a breakdown. And in his kingdom Lucifer laughs as another Falls and he says Welcome to hell It is not as bad as you think. It has been with you All this time and You tried to pretend otherwise. And I shake his hand And say thanks for Rescuing me brother. Here you answer to no-one, Isn't that what you Have always wanted? At least someone sees Having my soul as worthy. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 27, 2018 at 03:28 PM.. |
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I was officially a missing person
For a short spate of time. Did my parents get sick With worry that I may be dead? Nope. They went to work And they actually forgot. My mother brought it Up, when I was in her work. Obviouy someone had notified Her there and the memory Came flooding back. Oh yeah The police had you down As a missing person, they Were looking for you. Nonchalant as you come. I wish I could say it was Hospital that made them So indifferent to me and my welfare. But they would have sold Me to the army if they Offered families cheques To take unwanted kids Off their hands. I was an addict before, I almost became an addict. They marched me to the Job centre the week I was discharged from rehab. My mother acted like She wanted me to Have something seriously wrong. And told some of her Cliquey boozer I would Never ever get better Before I was even home. I was just a screwball That nobody cared less about. The hospital = screwballs. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 27, 2018 at 03:55 PM.. |
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Ok, eating potato skin
Is evidently not acceptable In high school. And the kiwi skin, Was the first and Last time I would Be a clown. You would be pretty If you wore make up. Well, I hated everything The it crowd stood for. And with my skinny frame And baby face I did Not want extra attention. So going home for Lunch was a bit Of a reprieve some days. Or I may have done a Fred. And leapt over tables To batter someone. But I did not want to be feared. And its clear as day that After leaving the group I sat with for break Time and lunch time I entered some sort of A depressive phase. I remember sitting Watching robot wars And dragon ball z. After my parents blind Ignored my English teachers Enthusiasm for my Bright future in education, I went through a Massive existential crisis. I never read a full book For years and that may Surprise some peope Considering I was Supposed to be intelligent. I did the bare minimum. If you do not try too hard You won't feel so hurt When it all goes t^ts up. My family were all: Prepare for the worst You will find out That in this life Nothing is what It is cracked up to be. We are not lucky enough To hope for the best. The depression I got From struggling with English, Was transferred into sketching. And then I grew jaded With that once I Listened to Pearl Jam. Only sappy losers Draw petty pictures. Nothing came close To my Johnny Depp Sketch I did in second year. My parents were out A lot of the time so I relished having sky tv. I went out with New friends but I Felt like a third wheel. And being "the brainy one" In my new gang Felt more like "the geeky one." And when someone said They told a stranger They met on msn That I was a little weird When I did not speak To him while they were Away doing something, I said that they could Have waited until I Was not at the table Before saying that. My friends did not Even know how to Pronounce my sport Nevermind ask me About it and how I was doing. I was Supposed to have gone Off to university after school, The world awaited. Or I did a Jeremy Like in the PearlJam song. I sort of did. Without a gun. I went crazy. I never got help Because I did not Know there was help For my type of pain. Nobody at school Contributed to my breakdown. I have fond memories Of my school days. And I did feel like I was respected and Those that knew I Ended up on a psyche ward, Probably did feel a Bit sorry for me. If anyone's to blame It is closer to home. A stupid embarrasing stunt. Like the falling man In Don Delillo. I could live with that. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 27, 2018 at 06:00 PM.. |
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My friends introduced
Me to indie rock. A friend from my Sports club introduced Me to punk music. I liked snow patrol anyway. Thats boys music. Not really, snow patrol And other bands Appeal to girls. I always liked urban music But the killers sang: Give my regards to Soul and romance They always did the Best they could. I liked how it Was was easy listening. I thought that listening To angry music Would just make Me feel worse. I needed calming influences. And I did not want To be called a goth. I never wore eyeliner Incase I was called a goth. My parents took the mick Out of me when I bought A guitar and they Found chords I had Printed out. They Literally laughed and Asked why was I Trying to learn guitar. They thought that I was not musical. They refused to believe I was good at anything. My Gran used to promise To buy me a keyboard And teach me one day. But she was an alcoholic, And like my parents Was good at talking Out plans from The arm chair and Never taking action. David said that I Was not committed To my sport enough. But I had to work To fund it myself So I was tired out. My brother gambled Nights away on the pool Table saying he was golfing. My teachers picked Up on me not Applying myself but They were used To seeing disheartened Kids all the time. University required money. We had no money. When I was sixteen I was supposed to Pay them for my keep. That was their mind set. Once I leave home I never go back. So the extra year I stayed on at school My parents just made Me feel like an inconvenience. And I thought my efforta Would end up futile. If it were not for my sport I would not have applied To local college. My mum worked part Time in the evening At a pub and we never Saw her anyway so Why did she not Get full time hours Or a cleaning job In the morning? Why? She cared about Her social life more Than her own kids. I was told that one Day I would look Back and thank them For putting a roof over My head and food In the cupboards and Shoes on my feet. And true to form When I hit sixteen My mum had turned My grandparents against me. And I could not Wait to leave. My mother pleaded Poverty to her brother. They were brought Up the same so Why did my mother Have to put them Above us and Make me feel inferior? She used to push Me off pavements Saying I would have To get used to people Looking down their Nose at me in this life. I never shared her view. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 06:20 AM.. |
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I had a beakdown at eighteen.
I pushed myself too hard. And I crumbled. When I was well enough, I looked to get back on the horse. And my mother said that I would never get an office job, That at eighteen I was too old. And a sixteen year old would get it. And Fred hit the roof At the way my mother was With me at home. I told him that I knew How to take her by now. And nothing that came Out of her mouth Was unexpected and my Mum was a bit of a Deviant with her moral standing. She liked to be controversial. She liked to bend the rules. And she was not afraid To have an opinion. Even if it was extreme And usually wrong. Like saying "foreigners" Take all our jobs and houses Ship them back to Their own country. When she has no idea About my grandfather's heritage And my blood fathers Side is German. I told Fred that if Scotland Were playing England She would be the only One to cheer when England Scored in a pub full of Drunk scotsmen. I would Not recommend anyone Do this in a pub. She was proud we Were religiously nothing. We are nothing. She was obsessed with Winning the lottery. And she enjoyed working In the pub because she Could sit and play cards Or dominoes with the regulars All afternoon on early shifts. It was the only job She never complained about And my Grandfather Spoke about it himself. My mother is not an advocate Of suffering in silence. And Fred was right when He observed my mothers Odd behaviour towards me And saying that just because Her life never turned out The way she wanted, That she was cruel For trying to discourage me From trying for an office Based job instead of retail. Or she was simply jealous I was young and I over heard Two women In the local Speaking about my mother Saying she had never grown up. Her and my neighbour would Check the court websites To see if they knew Anyone who was in trouble. My mother would watch Morning tv and go to Work for four hours Amassing about twenty Hours for the week. She would call her Workmates wife the Froggy from France. And she empahsised In the interview That she was not idle. And her workmate Asked why a pretty Young woman like me Was having a hard time Getting work and that I looked better with Some meat on my bones They joked, knowing I had been in hospital. My mother told my neighbour Someone has to keep The wolf from the door. And criticising our neighbour For overly relying on a man. I am sure my mother Was paid off from That job when they suspected She was evading from Speaking about me And hiding something. I only applied to the forces Because the camaraderie Would have been like Having a new family. A career was appealing too. Having a title and identity. Fred had a tirade one Night we were out in the local. Because my mum was Friendly with a woman Who was a "junkie." Two faced b^tch, she lays Into you for taking medication And comparing you To a drug addict and she Sticks up for a proper junk head. She is friends with Someone still using. And I tell Fred my mum was A typical bar maid who considers Herself a counsellor and listener To all the customers. I know she is like the god Ravana with ten heads. Amen, Fred says and chuckles. Fred was not a fan of my parents. It was nice that someone Actually saw my side For a change. My friends Thought my parents were cool. Their outlandish views. And going out all the time. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 07:39 AM.. |
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My mum did jury duty on
A serious case, would be About fifteen years ago now. I should be safe bringing it up. The victim was just an Average member of the public. They had been sexually assaulted. My mum spoke more candidly About it to me and an aunt, Because over a decade has passed Since she sat on the jury. All she said at the time was that The woman was a mess in the stand And it was tough listening. She spilled the beans and said That there was a nurse amongst them Who said that her injuries could Only have come about from Being attacked against her will. And my mum said the accused Said the woman "was gagging for it." And the woman admitted she was gay. So me and froggy were aghast. I think the jury was hung, If I cast my memory back to When my mum had to go to the high court. But I never asked because my mum Went on to say: she did not deserve What the accused did even If she was "just a gay lady." I had To ask my mother to repeat it as I thought I had misheard her. She said to her brother one time That she did not care if I was gay. Her and my gran would speculate That my female cousin was gay. My Gran would shoo the dog Calling it creeping jesus or fascist dirt. She called everyone Fascist dirt at some point. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 11:41 AM.. |
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#248
My mums friend had a "sin bin"
In her house that she would Threaten to put kids In if they were bad. It has no religious connection Even though it sounds like it. It was from Ice Hockey. So was more like time out. It was spacious as I spent Five minutes in it once. It had a sofa bed and bean bag. I ran the taps At full speed and they Got the hint I would flood it. I was only watching A film on tv and I went Through to get juice. The boys told me I Was ok to help myself Meaning I could avoid Having to ask. And I was balled at. And when I sat to watch The tv, I was ordered To play with the Boys and I did not Say they had set me up. And my mother said She was fine with Me being put in time out. From then on, I played With all the kids. And realised that my Mother would not be The one to stand Up for me in future. And I knew I would Grow up to be Self sufficient and Even when the p2 incident Happened I found A way to persevere. Because one day I may find I had Nobody to fall back on Or someone to provide for me And I would be fine As long as I worked Hard enough. I would Be damned before I ended up like my mother. |
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#249
Would I have stayed with Fred
If he were a total villain: Of course not, I wasn't masochistic. I did not believe we were Put on the earth to suffer. The question is if I had Good friends, would they Have persuaded me to Live the life I fought so Hard to strive for before rehab. That I was the last one In my group - aside from Reggie Who they expected would Give up their hopes for a guy. But it was not my health treatment While in hospital that changed me; It was the stigma that got Inadvertently heaped on me. I could feel peoples attitude Change towards me and I Could see the malice Behind the smiles and I know I was a hot topic of gossip. It was like I witnessed the True face of humanity. That people loved to see A tragic story just as much As they loved rags to riches. Six years after hospital I nearly made it through Eight months at a respectable job. And then I was rumbled. And I vowed never to Go back to rehab. I would rather die. But again something in me changed. And I subconsciously decided From there on in: I would oppose the machine. I am not being dramatic When I say that was Really my only option. In this life and times; day and age Society is not ready To accept mental health Like a physical spell of ill health. And I knew from my First stint in rehab. Fred knew the truth. Why try and gloss over it. That is why I think He knew it was crunch time And we finished. We couldn't erase the Fact I had been to hospital. Not in this town. Fred never brought Up any buzz words. He skirted around the Truth most of the time. But he liked to get drunk. And he only said ward fou-wer When drunk. Saying ward number Four, Was frightening enough When you come from Where I am from. Fred had to be drunk Or ultra stressed before He let it slip. And I think He was not proud Of himself for saying it. It was a ward in a hospital. Ward number four. Throw salt over Your shoulder so Nobody you know ends Up in there if You happen to be superstitious. And when I bumped Into an old classmate They said your Not in there now, phew. It's like a jinx phrase From a Harry Potter novel. He who must not be named. The ward number you Must not say. Four. Not thirteen. Four. We tried to make A go of it and I do not Regret our time together. In the dvd shop Fred was speaking to A work mate and I could See his wife grinning From ear to ear. So that's the crazy lady, Is what my mind Automatically jumps to. I just had to ignore it. Otherwise Fred would Accuse me of being paranoid, Or getting "worked up over nuhin." So when my boss made Digs like ooh you never Ate that appetizing looking Orange in your box. I just smile and Change the subject. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 02:14 PM.. |
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I made jokes when I was young.
They just let me out for the day. I am only happy Laura on a Friday. Yes I mentioned bilbohall In an aloof joke but, I said it once and once was enough. I never knew what Weight it really held. Men in white coats, Was my preferred turn of phrase. As I was superstitious. Walking around ladders. Not putting new shoes On the table. Not now. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 02:17 PM.. |
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I was on the computer.
I was probably crestfallen After I was rebuffed By a boy I knew outwith. And his friend. There was only room For two on the see saw. So of course they would Say there's no room. Rejection is hard on a kid. But boys will be boys. From mars and venus. I asked my mum to Pleat my hair and she Looked at like I was From another planet. I never threw myself In headfirst, I was Feminine in that respect. Cautious. I needed some coaxing. Away to do the jigsaw. Even back then kids Never had patience For things like puzzles. I was the only one Who ever solved the Extra problem solver In the maths books, When the teacher asked. I was steadfast when, I was positive of the answer. I remember being absorbed In my colouring book. And I think a boy Got frustrated trying To keep up with me so He scribbled over His entire work book. And the teacher Took him aside. I remember he was One of the only boys With wavy almost curly hair. My hair was straight Not a sign of a kink. Then it changed. It is the way it is. |
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I remember a girl tugged
My hair tightly and I spun Around and gave them A chinese burn. I was Sent out of class. I Apologised for making Them cry. I didn't Want to be a roughian. I actually found patticake A bit tricky. I did Not like singing On my own. I was Hopeless at the hula hoop. I was ok at skipping. Helicopter. Helicopter. Quite liked yo-yo's. I loved jumping The gaps and balancing On the walls. Making Slides in winter. Skating went against my grain. I was neurotic and fearful. Skating and gymnastics Amazed me because They were so free flowing. And there was an element Of risks. I remember A friends dad built a ramp. And I did it on my bike But I slipped off the seat And narrowly missed The bar. I would have Had another go if it Were not for the detail They went into after Laughing like a hyena, When I never injured myself Or fell off. It was A sound attempt. I was like most young girls If I got encouragement I would try something, A calculated risk. |
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I was taught it was rude
To eat treats without Offering people. If you Sat and ate something And someone next To you was not you Would offer them. So the winders was Just an ice breaker. I was a bit shy. When someone offered Me a polo years Later, I thought that They must be from "Around dis here parts" too. It had been many years Since I stumbled On such good etiquette. And I missed it. At my old work They never once asked Me if I wanted anything From the take out At lunchtime. And Manners at the supermarket We're regarded in High suspicion. I was At constant war with Trying to be outgoing And being courteous And not upsetting people. I went over the mark When I said that my Co-worker was not off sick, He was "grounded" for Taking home a girl Who was only fifteen. He apparently snogged A sixteen year old In one of the clubs. But I knew my pal Would get the joke. And he kept kicking The back of my knees When I was working On the shop floor And I almost fell Over more than once. I was a little p^ssed At his childishness. I really believed that Good guys finished last. And filling the silence, Is not a smart move. It normally ends in disaster. Or you are misjudged. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 28, 2018 at 03:38 PM.. |
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I shaved all the time.
I had to seeing as I was sporty. When the girls spoke About shaving it was Just routine to me. I cut my ankle once Before martial arts And had to sit out As it would not stop And a plaster did not help. I never took P.E. because I did not have room For a soft option On my time table. And art was no skive to me. My two pals would Sit and act like two thieves And everyone actually Began to get annoyed When they realised That it took concentration And focus to produce A good project. And Wished they would Zip it for a while. One girl said I did not Need pencil to outline I just knew what to do. My blood father gave Me some tips on How to paint. We Played upword scrabble. He bought me filofax As well as comics. The shop was on The way home and He was a chain smoker. So he would throw Me some crisp and sweets To take home like You appreciate as A young bairn. And David would Greet me with "oh look The simpleton arrives .. She is chuffed to bits With a poxy bag of crisps!" And I would go Straight to my room To hide I was on the Verge of tears. And He would shout after me. Brainwashed! Army tactics. Get a mind of your ane, Before he brainwashes you. And it is hard to separate The hurt from anger. And I was forced Into an uncompromising position Where I had to sit On the fence and Not take sides. If My parents were good Parents I might have Never tried to get To know my blood father. And I am sorry For my comment. But I got my wires crossed. My father may have Been a broken man In his spirit. But he Thought better late Than never. And my Mum was at fault too. She made it impossible For amicable dealings. For all I know my father Had wanted access for years. Maybe he felt inadequate For not having worked Due to ill health. But I read too many Memoirs from people who Had similar struggles As me and the first Question everyone asks Is of abuse of that nature. I am sincerely sorry. For even considering it. But I had to. I had to rule out All the possibilities. Sorry I never lived Up to your expectations. |
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Laura doesn't drink much
But when she does she Can drink like a fish. My red head friend joked. My friends were not Exactly well off. And one time two Men took a shine to us And sat at our table. I was just underage Only been out A handful of times. It was early on in The evening and the Pub was quiet. The One speaking to me Was the oldest son Of the bar owner. He bought me about Six drinks before my Pal announced we were Needed elsewhere and I did not give the man My number while my pal Drags me out the pub And says it's part of the Fun. I felt a bit cheap that I Let him buy me drinks, Then took off without Even giving him my number. I felt like a mooch and was a, Bit ashamed of my etiquette. Swindling drinks then Leaving him high and dry. Not ladylike whatsoever. When I was at a boyfriends His parents gave me Two four pack of breezers. We went to watch bands Playing at the hall in his village. And at breakfast they Said that I must have Shared them at the party Seeing as there was eight. I drank them all. Plus more. So I lied about the Amount I drank . |
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I took a seasonal job.
I was determined to Dig my heels in for Three months so I could Go on a holiday. But one person had Me ear marked from The get go and when I found that one line Was fast and furious, She said : too much like Hard work for you. Implying I was snooty, And too privileged To get my hands dirty, Not that I could Not hack the pace. I got one pay check, Thinking only two more And I'll keep my eyes Peeled for something More permanent as They cooled down After calling me the slur That you cannot top. And I knew it was Her own insecurities. She did not have A boyfriend and the job Was hardly desirable. She came accross as Territorial, like I was On her turf. A boy Who was cordial to Me changed his tune When he got closer To this one insecure girl. And I decided I was Too long in the tooth To put up with such pettiness. As much as I could Have used a holiday I would not stay somewhere I was unwanted and I would have had to Complete the three Month trial before requesting A transfer to one Of the other areas. My dear mum automatically Assumed it was one of Employees of Polish or Portuguese descent. I had to correct dear ol' mum And told her it was a local, Indigenous girl - born and brought Up in the area, this country. I grew up hearing racist And homophobic slurs And I recieved a punishment Exercise for saying indirectly To someone: are you a poof? But I was 13 years old not 23. I am so glad I have A growth mind set. But there are some things I will always stick to my guns with. Last edited by Anonymous32895; Dec 23, 2018 at 05:07 PM.. |
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I can tell you what
I did with the certificate I put it in water Until all the ink was Blotted, dissolved and illegible. Then put it down the sink, In tiny mashed up parts. Rendering it unsalvageable And completely destroyed. |
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Dinna fix it. Cher
Sang it best. I guess I did Cheat emotionally. |
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Why did Fred not get
Mad that his colleague Was suggesting that His girlfriend was a hussy? Fred was the one who Nearly broke it off When we first started Dating because that Area hit a lull. I wanted a break, But Fred said, no, I can't speak as friends, I would want more. All or nothing. Hats off for his honesty. If Fred was so ; "Quick with comebacks." Then he could have At least joked: Steady on, my Bit of stuff is not Some kind of nympho. Fred could not admit That he was tired, So instead he let His wife beater colleague Believe it was His "bit of stuff." Just say no some nights. It was me who Would spurn Fred Before it even got Off the ground. |
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