#second post ever

Mikey, randomly walking into the lab at 3am: Hey, what does A stand for? Donnie, about to fall asleep: God, Mikey. Shut the F up. Mikey, trying not to laugh: What does A stand for? Donnie, burying his face in his hands: Your ass. Mikey, laughing quietly: No, seriously. What does A stand for? Donnie: Your super ass. Mikey: …I guess I‘Ll take that. What does B stand for? Donnie: B!tch. Mikey, now doubled over laughing: *laughs* Raph in his room, having been woken up by the laughing: What the hell?

We seek validity in our thoughts and feelings by sharing them with others. We want to know that what we believe is justified, and that our feelings have been acknowledged and accepted. In an attempt to find some kind of solidarity among others we succeed only in isolating ourselves. In some cases, the other person refuses to acknowledge our feelings as being legitimate. In others, they realize that what we feel is perfectly acceptable and ration, but they simply cannot concede for fear of what they may have done to cause us to feel this way. The drive towards isolation is fueled by these pivotal moments in conversation. It is here that we begin to breakdown what was said by the other person; their facial expression, eye movements, the actual words that were said, and above all, the tone the tone that was used. In a split second we reconcile what has happened, and react. In my case, and I am assuming the case many others, I tend to push away from the person that hurt me. I send myself into emotional exile in order to prevent the pain from tearing me in two. In seeking comfort and understanding I usually find myself feeling just as, if not more, alone as I had before,

It was a piece of nonsense but at least I have one ok jeezzzz