postsecret.

Truth. Right here. Anonymously... because my guts are on vacation, and probably will never be back long enough...

I want to know how "my" kids are doing at the location they are at.

I want to move.

I never want to leave.

I miss Portland.

I am in love with Montana.

I want to post the picture that would spill the truth to all the ones who judged... and maybe your boss... and maybe your mom...

Your judgements got in the way of your love and support for me, and instead of explaining, I have one word for you: Karma.  (I even had a dream about it.)

That was lame, and again, I will say... Karma.

You're "that" old and single because you pay money to see naked pictures of girls you will never meet, and instead of using your time to better yourself or go somewhere to meet a nice girl, you're at home, looking at the ones who you will never have the slightest relationship with.  I don't feel sorry for you.  Or you.  Or you. I only feel sorry that you have to live with the fact that you had a part in breaking up a marriage.

If you would just tell us, it would still be okay, because I would love you just as much.

I think that you need to look further to get her.

Finding out you had Asperger's made me feel sorry for being mad at you, but you are still really inappropriate.

You didn't come because you "paid too much" the first time and are ashamed of the second one... but it's okay, because it happened to you, too.

I want to buy you four cheeseburgers. 

I want you to wear jeans, just once.  They are really nice!

I like your hair.

I wonder if those are real?

I think you should keep looking.  

You act better than me, talk down to me, and tell me things that indirectly say, "My son is more accomplished, smarter, and better than you."  I want to tell you to chill out... your accomplished son works at Wal-Mart. (I am not knocking Wal-Mart.)

I like how you have the guts to look at people and tell them exactly what you're thinking.  You're brave.

Your wisdom exceeds that of most grandparents and I think it's amazing.

You look good in pink.

I want to see you be real with yourself and stop trying to impress everyone around you.  I think it would do more for you than you know.

I wish you would move here to marry my friend.  I think you two would go perfectly.

I feel unwanted and forgotten by you.

You had hair growing on the end of your nose, and I still wonder if you plucked it yet... I hope so.

I respect you, but please, stop acting like I'm invisible when they are around.

I tell girls because you refuse to, and they need to know... so I don't feel bad about it.

I like that you cleaned my kitchen! Thank you!

You motivate me.

I'm glad you got married. I can see your happiness.  Forget about those who didn't support you.  You have real love and I love it.

I think we are all brave in the same way, and no one will understand until they experience it, just like we did.  I wish that experience upon no one.

I think you are the most beautiful person, inside and out, and I love being around you, because there is something genuine and real, that not many people have.

I wish you would talk to your dad, because he is the most amazing dad I could ever ask for... and you won't even call him.

I love knowing everyone I know, because they all make me realize strange and crazy things about life, that I could not experience any other way, in such a beautiful way.

attachment.

I work with very interesting, amazing, unique, deep, emotional children. I don't even know what to write right now. I can't explain them with words, you would have to work where I work to fully understand; be in the relationships I am in with the children and experience their pain to fully understand.

One of my kids left tonight. It sucks. I can't say where he or she went, but it wasn't expected, and it's sucky because I didn't get to say goodbye. As much as I'm called an "Attachment Counselor" to attach to my kids through relational work, they aren't the only ones who become attached in the relationship...

This video is CRAZY, and I don't even know if anyone but me and the kid that left would understand the depth of this video and the tie between the video and the child.  But here is to the one that left...

I already miss you buddy. Good luck. I hope you can remember "Buster Fusterrrr"forever.

ramble.

One time, someone told me I was passive-aggressive.  This made me very angry, because I was only 17 years old, and I didn't know what in the world it meant, and thought she was taking a dig at me (which she was, the way she did it.)  I also was angry because this person didn't have the relationship with me to where she had any right to tell me this... however angry she made me, she was kind of right... I can be very passive-aggressive.


Since noticing this about myself, I have worked on it a lot, and tried being more direct, rather than doing things the easy, passive-aggressive way.  


In acknowledging my fault, can I just say that with all the effort I put into not being passive-aggressive, sometimes I just really, really want to be passive-aggressive.  Today is one of the times I would thoroughly enjoy doing so. Don't you ever just want to be super passive-aggressive? Like, so much to the point where it would be obvious, but that's the safest way you can express your emotion, so you just want to do it?  I do.  Right now... but I will refrain from doing so.


I'm feeling a certain way about a certain situation (or situations) to where I don't know how to handle them, so I just wanna be really lame about it, because I don't want to confront the situation.  I don't really think many people read this blog anymore, but if they do, they probably have no idea what I'm talking about, and stopped reading this particular blog post a long time ago, because at this point, I am just rambling.


I pray like that a lot.  Like a Rambler. Last night, I found myself telling God, "Sorry for rambling, I will try to get to my point soon," and then continued to pray.  I also think I do this in conversations a lot.  My friends are truly patient people :)  So is God, because golly, He gets an earful every night before I go to bed.  He's a good God to listen to all I have to talk to Him about.  I know He has a lot to hear all day everyday from everyone in the world, so I try to not take so long, but sometimes, I just can't do it.  I think God is the best listener.  I'm thankful to have Him to listen to me.


There will probably be a follow up post on this one.  I kind of don't want to follow up, but since only a few people read this, I think it's safe to follow up...