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Currently living in the Eastern Suburbs of Melbourne. I don't take life seriously enough and I fucking hate you. Leave now.

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I am sad tonight.

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Quite distraught with the way things have come to pass. Not recent events, more so events in the last 10 years that have come to create this moment. Love where everything is yet can’t shake the feeling that if we’d said no the first time life would have taken a dramatically different course.

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Inclusive.

I’m just not like anyone else, and no one will ever understand me, my views or what the fuck is going on in my head. I’m cool with it. Work and play,

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Definition of Emotionally Unavailable

The term “emotionally unavailable” usually refers to those who create barriers between themselves and others in an effort to avoid emotional intimacy. Relationships with emotionally unavailable people are often depressing and distressing, as their partners end up feeling neglected, unloved and unwanted. Emotionally unavailable people will actually seek out relationships with others, but the problems begin when they are unable to commit fully to their relationships. Because emotionally unavailable people often behave as if they want to be in a relationship, it’s important to be able to recognize the signs that a person is emotionally unavailable.

  1. Physically Unavailable

    • Emotionally unavailable people are difficult to nail down. Call them and get voice mail. Leave a message, and they wait for weeks to return call—or don’t return them at all. Or, they don’t give out any contact information. Emotionally unavailable people are also unwilling to make plans or state their availability. And if they do make plans, they may forget and leave their partners hanging. No relationship is perfect, and even emotionally available people have jobs and obligations that interfere with their time with loved ones. Furthermore, in any healthy relationship two people should not be joined at the hip, and a little autonomy is good. But the difference is that emotionally available people make time and, more importantly, they make themselves physically available to the people in their lives. Emotionally unavailable people do not.

    Secrecy

    • People in relationships with the emotionally unavailable are often ignorant of large parts of their partners’ lives. An emotionally unavailable person may never hear about a partner’s family or friends. He may not even know where his partner lives or what she does for a living. For that matter, he may realize that his partner doesn’t know anything about him either. In the first few days of a relationship, it’s normal not to lay all the cards on the table. People need time to get to know one another before they give out personal information. But, if after a couple of months, simple, mundane details of the person’s life are still a mystery, that’s a big red flag. Emotionally available people will let their partners get to know them, and they want to know their partners. The emotionally unavailable oftentimes do not.

    Otherwise Engaged

    • They’re married or recently separated. Maybe they’re dating someone else—or they want to. Perhaps they just got out of a relationship. Whatever the case, someone who is already involved with someone is not likely to be emotionally available to another person. For that matter, they’re probably not emotionally available to the person they’re with either. There are also those people who actively seek out multiple relationships in order to avoid emotional intimacy with any one person. There are exceptions, and many polyamorous people will claim that they are emotionally committed to all their partners, but they are rare. In general, if another person is or was recently in the picture, it’s likely that emotional availability is not.

    Addicts

    • The nature of addiction makes addicts emotionally unavailable because the addiction takes precedence over everything else. Even in recovery, the addict is emotionally unavailable because she needs to focus all her energy on overcoming the addiction. As a matter of fact, most rehabs have a strict policy about non-fraternization, specifically for that reason. Relationships interfere with recovery, and recovery interferes with relationships. In some instances, people involved with addicts become addicts themselves or develop codependent behaviors in order to create a false sense of intimacy with the addict. This can make relationships with addicts not only painful, but many times dangerous.

    Gender and Emotional Availability

    • There are several references on the Web geared toward women recognizing and dealing with men who are emotionally unavailable. In truth, emotional unavailability is not gender-specific. The issue of emotional availability and intimacy is one of trust, which affects both genders. Emotional availability is also not a matter of gender roles or behaviors. It’s not about “getting in touch with one’s feminine side” or “sharing feelings.” It’s about being emotionally and physically present for the other person. It’s about both parties knowing that their partner is there for them and has their back. In relationships with emotionally unavailable people, that sense of security and trust does not exist.



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Any which way.

Amy Winehouse has never been so relevant right now. Her lyrics are not only soothing but they open your eyes to what is really going on under the fake smiles and the soulless hugs. Everyone has their own journey through her music. Some find they relate to none of her songs, others find that every second one speaks to them directly. Not too sure where I stand right now, but I know I’m fuckin’ tanned so that’s all that matters.

Tomorrow is the big interview. If I get the job I’m going to have to relocate again, if I don’t get it then it’s back to good old Melbourne. Not too sure what to choose right now. Actually, that’s a lie; I know exactly what I want. I want this job and if it means temporarily parting with 4 people that I love then so be it. I’m all up in the air. I need to settle down and I think now is about the right time.

I did have plans to move in with Lez and Nat sometime during the year, but if I get this job who knows where I will be. All over Australia I guess. Won’t really be able to call anywhere home. I’ll have a place to live but it won’t be a home as I’d be there like 1 day a week. Hmm.

I think the person I’m going to miss the most is my sister, Emily. I’ve had “best friends” here and there but she was really my best friend. We’d talk about everything, share our stupid secrets, eat dinner and watch Prisoner nightly, play beer pong and she’d steal my singlets. I’d do anything for her and she’d do anything for me. Actually, it was more one sided, as she’d drive me most places BUT when I had money it wasn’t just my money, it was hers as well. And you know what, I didn’t really mind. I’d call her every day on my lunch break, actually every break I had. Man I love that bitch.

It’s going to be good to get away, clear my head for a bit. NYE was great but I was left feeling scattered and confused at the end of it all. I bled my brain out to Brigette, and her boyfriend Chris, the day after pyramid and they put it all into perspective for me. They drove 22 hours to see me for 2 days. That’s all they had to say.

In 24 hours I’ll know the results of what is to come. Here’s to hoping I can maintain this sweet, bronzed skin for a little while longer.

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No one believes me and I get so frustrated with them; probably with you. Extraterrestrials are real. I just spent the good half of an hour on my roof watching them go by, calling out to my sister to come watch but she wasn’t interested, nor was she game enough to. In a universe that’s as diverse and as large as ours, not to mention the infinite amount of possibilities, you’d think that most of the population would agree. Alas, you’ve got the government slowing down the acceleration of your pineal gland by adding to fluoride to your water supply to help with “cavities” or “gum disease”.  

Little do you know that the only thing that fluoride does is stop the maturing of the pineal gland; a certain part of your brain that lets you not only open up your third eye, but helps with the metaphysical aspects of life.

21/12/2012 is in less than a year. I’m not saying that it’s the end of the world, because it isn’t, but many cultures such as the Mayans, Ancient Chinese (pre 200 BC), Sumerians and even the bible all have “wisdom” as to what’s about to happen.

Whether you believe it’s the Annunaki that are coming back riding on the tail of Nibiru or it’s the return of Christ; every religion and every “fringe” belief have it somewhere in their writings that something is going to happen in 2012.

I, personally, do not believe it’s the end of the world. I believe it’s the end of an era; something that we can all learn from and something that we can grow from. Humans are a type -0 civilisation, and if my beliefs are correct, 2012 will bring along, not only the return of something significant, but something that will unite us as a human race.

 

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PALL MALL

When did we forget our dreams? The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a few paths lay out ahead of us.

We see the same things each day, respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, every day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

 And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mould. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

 This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

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SCISSOR SISTERS.

This New Years Eve is going to be one that I will never forget. It’s strange how things just suddenly fall into place after such a long time. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen Brigette (one of the Pyramids main occupants) and finally, in just over a week I’m going to be celebrating NYE with her and all my friends from Melbourne!

We’re all going to Pyramid Rock, it’s a 3 day festival down on Phillip Island, just near where my Dad lives so I’ll be able to kill two birds with one stone. See Dad for Christmas and also see in the  new year with my friends! Trish, Nat, Matt, Tim, Jake, Anthony, Miranda, Brigette, Chris (Her BF) and I will be party rocking in tents along with 20,000 other people. Getting’ our tan on, seeing some amazing acts and just being munted for three days. I cannot wait.

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Wiggin’ out.

This blog was going to be about the weekend just gone but I think I’d rather push that to the back of my mind. Friday was amazing, T and I spent it together chillin out to 90’s music and discussing Willow Smith in great depths. Saturday and Saturday night I spent it at Katrinas Christmas party. Had and great time catching up with everyone whom used to hang out together waaaaaay back in ’09. Then the night just got weird and I became a social mute. Everything I wanted to do or say to everyone was stuck in my head and I just felt so awkward and socially inept. Then the sun came up. Lets change the subject.

This evening I spent over an hour on the phone to Brigette discussing life in general. Things that are getting me down, things that are getting me high and things that are just plain crazy. Once I had explained all this to her she just put everything into perspective for me. I don’t understand it, this bitch has a way with words and we’re both going through a lot of the same things right now. As she said tonight, she’s the one that if you call her she’s already half way there- with KFC and cones.

I met B about 18 months ago through an old mutual friend whom I don’t think either of us speak to anymore. At first, she reminded me of Kesha then after getting to know her, hanging out with her a bit more we became pretty good mates. When I was living at the Pyramid she’d literally be there every second day to get my lazy, drunk, unemployed ass out of bed and we’d go places. Sometimes we’d drive to the coast and literally roast ourselves on the beach (while roasting in the car on the way down) or burst through my sliding door, jump on my laptop and sit there while I was still sleeping playing “Plants Vs Zombies”. Then I’d wake up and she’d say “Right, ready to go to breakfast at Ikea?!?”.

She was the type of girl that you’d ask to pick up some drinks on the way to yours but literally bring a whole ute full of firewood for the bonfire and more. Hearing that she may be going to Dubai for 3 years for work makes me sad, but in saying that we haven’t seen each other since May.

I also saw a UFO tonight.