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    • Talking to the paranoid android

      • Reclusive day

        "Try your best to lose the paranoia, the bullies will disappear in time, but you will become a permanent nervous wreck if you don't change"

        I went through some headfuck bullying at my upper school. It was really fucking lame timing, because it all kicked off around the time I needed to concentrate on my GCSE's (Finals). I became pretty paranoid at school, convinced everyone was out to get me. Before rounding any corner I'd double check the coast was clear, to my locker, class, etc.

        I nearly went so far as to bring a mirror to use to round areas I described as "bully zones". I decided against that idea, best not to give them further fodder.

        I dropped alot of classes that I knew prime bullies would target me, like P.E, now I was good at football, better than them in fact, but I was terrfified of recieving a changing room wedgie or worse. And on the pitch I would avoid dribbling the ball round the bastards in case they went two footed on me.

        I would want to warn that Ryan, the young kid that wanted to be the class clown, but ended up the laughing stock.

        I want him to be a part of my past I am proud of for refusing to give in and end it all. In fact it took me ages to trust new friends at the college I attended, I eventually started dating girls again, and much later lost my virginity.Until today where I am a practicising standup comic, taking heckles and abuse to the chin openly and happily.

        I just wish I didn't have that cowardice that has threatened to wreck me every time my bosses at work have laid into me.

      • answered by Ryanfuss on 08/25/2010
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    • Jamie-Ray and the Super Saver

      • A short story on Local vs Global.


        Enjoy Capitalism

        Jamie-Ray Bowen, hadn't sold a single zippo lighter all afternoon. the market stall she worked at, owned by her constantly bickering parents hadn't seen a whole lot of buisness for some time now. Weeks in fact.

        Jamie and her feuding family knew just why as well. "Alfred's Super Saver Store". The megamart of pointless, needless crap had opened up opposite last month, and after a few locals had finally grown too curious to avoid its lavish and linoneum decor any longer, Jamie-Ray was certain her parents would be divorced and broke. The saving grace that tickled her being, that at least this way her Ma and Pa wouln't put each other through a high profile settlement fight, that they both so badly wanted.

        Waltzing up to her stall, mildly surprising her mid day dream, came Mrs Barnes. The old woman had her patented black and white scarf, a sign of support for a local Football team. This best described the type of character Mrs Barnes posessed. A lifelong local supporter. be it of trade, or underacheving college sports teams.

        "Jamie, my dear, you're looking so radiant. You must tell me your sec-"

        A crinkled wrinkled twist of the old womans cheeks, and a distant pop of her one remaining lung, and Mrs. Barnes, the local ambassador was no more.

        Jamie-Ray and several nearby locals went through the gears, calling the emergency services, consouling one another, putting a cloak over the deceased. But it was Alfred the "Super Saver" himself who made the most effort to smooth proceedings.

        Sticking out lumescent yellow cones diverting traffic away from the grieving mass and directly into his stellar car park. When the ambulance arrived, there was apparently no space to park on his premises...Jamie-Ray stood at the side of the road packing up her families tattered stall, to make space for Mrs. Barnes funeral chariot. All the while repeating a wry line in her mind.

        "Sleep is for the rich, I'll have plenty of time for that when I'm dead"

      • answered by Ryanfuss on 08/24/2010
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    • This Book = Meh

      • Won awards, critical adulation and made me want to put a sword through his face.

        I had read a previous work of his and enjoyed it furrowly. Critics had given "Bright Shiny Morning" a better rating and I excitedly purchased a copy, my expectations weren't met. The characters seemed less complete and the descriptions and dick stroking facts Frey threw in to entertain his readers just pissed me off. Mostly however it just couldn't compare to the book from before.

        And worst of all, this book was so bad I can't even recall the name of the former novel...but trust me it was brilliant!

      • answered by Ryanfuss on 08/24/2010
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    • Dream Home, Dream Job?

      • Bringing home the bacon...or having the place to store it?


        shooting script

        What I do, without a shadow of a doubt. From my dream home post its obviously clear that I don't have a clue where it is I would desire living one day, I stole the description from a song.

        My writing on the other hand? I couldn't ever imagine living without that being the way I supported myself. I've already sacrificed relationships, living conditions and my social life just to get my career off the ground. (Like so so so many others I am well aware)

        I can't explain just why it is such an easy choice between the two, i think living in a fuck off mansion is a bit easy to feel content with. The warmth and homely qualities can usually be bought if not attainable immediately.

        With a job, a career. Its so much more about finding yourself i believe, it's a very real fear of mine that I would one day wake up and just detest myself for following a strict set of company goals, commissions and bonuses. With writing that nightmare seems quite impossible, I could just as likely wake up in Ten years time and hate myself for not having made a secure life for myself, but i think the transformation of Writer to work monkey is more achievable than the other way.

        I know this because I am refusing to settle for anything else at this current time in my life. Short term happiness will continue to pass me by and a few longer term goals if I really suck, including the dream home or area in which to live in. It doesn't really bother me, my dream goals, homes or otherwise all exist in the stories I tell.

      • answered by Ryanfuss on 08/14/2010
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    • The One Who Got Away

      • Red Bow

        The girl so pretty in red. The indie queen. The one that for just a single month sent me to cloud nine. I really thought I had met my match. The music, the comedy alas the tragedy too. These qualities I have yet to find in another. I will always feel that, about her.

      • answered by Ryanfuss on 08/12/2010
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