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Name: kaffie
Birthday: 2/3/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: good reads, vegging out, hypotheticals, hot baths and my shaggy dog teddy
Expertise: being a fattie :P
Occupation: voice of dreyfus
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AIM:  cbark000
Member Since:
1/12/2002
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| Quarter-life crisis
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The quarterlife crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the ages of 21 - 29.
Characteristics of this crisis are:
- feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at his/her academic/intellectual level
- frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career
- confusion of identity
- insecurity regarding the near future
- insecurity regarding present accomplishments
- re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships
- disappointment with one's job
- nostalgia for university or college life
- tendency to hold stronger opinions
- boredom with social interactions
- financially-rooted stress
- loneliness
- desire to have children
These emotions and insecurities are not uncommon at this age, nor at any age in adult life. In the context of the quarter-life crisis, however, they occur shortly after a young person - usually an educated professional, in this context - enters the "real world". After entering adult life and coming to terms with its responsibilities, some individuals find themselves in a world of career stagnation and extreme insecurity. | | |
| i never wanted to be "that girl;" slave to her emotions, subject to a man's whims, dependent to the point of immobility. in the process of building this strong person, i had to weed out any qualities considered weak, and perhaps started building a man in a woman's body. but over time and considerable thought i began to understand that being feminine was not weak, that it was ok to express your emotions, and that i would never be "that girl." but how do you even begin to change something that has grown and metastisized over 23 years? i envy those that wear their hearts on their sleeves. who can love completely and be hurt completely. it takes courage to be able to expose yourself and not to cower behind a defensive exterior. but with the good comes the bad.. you envy me when you hurt; when i can walk away without looking back. and i envy you when you love; when you can fall freely without looking down.
there's no right or wrong, in how a person should be, should act, and especially not when it comes to how one should love. we are who we are, whether we be a bitch, a hopeless romantic, a neurotic or emotionally retarded. maybe that won't change, and maybe it will, but either way... <3 you girls all the same. | | |
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birthday girls at choke-o-nut
bigs & lils at the rat rat rat
the resemblence is uncanny!
it's all about chinar lake
happy birthday oinker~
o the matching red hoodies
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| i feel like i can breathe again and my lungs revel in the air i can breathe. the space that is mine. the world available to me. i feel strong and vulnerable and naive and yet wiser. i feel everything and feel numb by the overwhelmingness of it all. i rise and fall and rise again. but i know that i can pick myself up, and i don't need anyone to lean on. it's exhilerating, it's scary, it's exciting, it's lonely, it's sad, it's terrible, it's wonderful, it's l i b e r a t i n g | | |
| reminiscing about the good days when:
we'd roll around watching cartoon network all day...
i'd steal anna sucky comp even tho mine was right next door...
we'd play poker with our ghetto chips...
we'd pig out on pizza and wings...
we'd "study" all night...
we'd talk about god knows what until god knows when...
...and had time enough to take a series of pics with stuffed animals...
those were the good old days  | | |
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