Fuckery pt. DUH
I have an idea for a book on fuckery in all its various forms of charades and shenanigans. First, let's see the Urban Dictionary definition:
7 Fuckery
Its a versatile word used in many sitautions where theres someone (or something) whom is acting idiotically. The word was created by a man named Kingsley Russell but wouldnt have the status as it does if Sandy&Betty hadnt made it so popular especially in Europe.
(Do have the effect which is wished for preferably use CAPSLOCK when writing this amazing word) When your teacher yells at you for no reason , That is FUCKERY
Science is a subject made out of FUCKERY
Woodshop is also a subject of FUCKERY
#fuckery #idiot #jerk #stupid #dumb by Fuckery March 31, 2011
So, this should be interesting. I previously posted a photo of my former boo-thang (at least in my head) and his new love with "FUCKERY" as its caption. I feel terribly about this now, although I doubt it reached either of them directly. It was in and of itself a dick move. We all act out in some form or fashion, but that was passive aggressive fuckery on my part and I'm not afraid to admit it. So hey, if by some miracle you're reading this, please forgive my manic rage. I hope you're happy.
My fear for everyone who is somehow romantically attached to another, no matter who you are, is that FUCKERY is dragging one or both parties down the form of jealousy and/or manipulation, be it subtle or outright. This was the case for me when I lived with my ex for two years. Honest to Blog, that's why I began this endeavor. I needed space for self expression that didn't look like meeting my female friend for beer with my dude crying in his car in the parking lot because he couldn't handle me going out without him.
I worry about my friends and family within their relationships because that's how I show care. To worry is technically a sin, if you ask the Bible:
Philippians 4:6 New Living Translation (NLT) 6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.
Still, it's difficult not to worry with all the sordid FUCKERY in the world, especially in what would otherwise be considered "loving relationships." I've seen the cycle of abuse play out time and time again in varying degrees, observed it dispayed from all walks of life and one thing is comlpletely unacceptable to me: blocking your S.O. from communicating with his or her friends and loved ones. I had feared that that's what had happened to my relationship with "Old Jim."
It seemed to me that we had just started building back our friendship when out of the blue, I received a through-the-grapevine threat for a restraining order. That's when I lost it last July. I've been hospitalized 5 times since then. IntraCare, Ben Taub, HCPC, BlueBonnet Trails and HCPC again, a grand total of around 40 days and nights this past year. Clearly, I've had a great deal of time to think and imagine the root cause for strife here and all I can guess is he's just not that into me. Go figure. I'm in love with the fifteen year old who sent me Chicago Love Songs in 2005 mixed with witty status updates of yore. You guys...I feel like the biggest idiot on Earth.
I'll leave it on a hopeful note though. I have relocated and I am enjoying my present living situation immensely. Things are looking up for my writing career. AMEN!
7 Fuckery
Its a versatile word used in many sitautions where theres someone (or something) whom is acting idiotically. The word was created by a man named Kingsley Russell but wouldnt have the status as it does if Sandy&Betty hadnt made it so popular especially in Europe.
(Do have the effect which is wished for preferably use CAPSLOCK when writing this amazing word) When your teacher yells at you for no reason , That is FUCKERY
Science is a subject made out of FUCKERY
Woodshop is also a subject of FUCKERY
#fuckery #idiot #jerk #stupid #dumb by Fuckery March 31, 2011
So, this should be interesting. I previously posted a photo of my former boo-thang (at least in my head) and his new love with "FUCKERY" as its caption. I feel terribly about this now, although I doubt it reached either of them directly. It was in and of itself a dick move. We all act out in some form or fashion, but that was passive aggressive fuckery on my part and I'm not afraid to admit it. So hey, if by some miracle you're reading this, please forgive my manic rage. I hope you're happy.
My fear for everyone who is somehow romantically attached to another, no matter who you are, is that FUCKERY is dragging one or both parties down the form of jealousy and/or manipulation, be it subtle or outright. This was the case for me when I lived with my ex for two years. Honest to Blog, that's why I began this endeavor. I needed space for self expression that didn't look like meeting my female friend for beer with my dude crying in his car in the parking lot because he couldn't handle me going out without him.
I worry about my friends and family within their relationships because that's how I show care. To worry is technically a sin, if you ask the Bible:
Philippians 4:6 New Living Translation (NLT) 6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.
Still, it's difficult not to worry with all the sordid FUCKERY in the world, especially in what would otherwise be considered "loving relationships." I've seen the cycle of abuse play out time and time again in varying degrees, observed it dispayed from all walks of life and one thing is comlpletely unacceptable to me: blocking your S.O. from communicating with his or her friends and loved ones. I had feared that that's what had happened to my relationship with "Old Jim."
It seemed to me that we had just started building back our friendship when out of the blue, I received a through-the-grapevine threat for a restraining order. That's when I lost it last July. I've been hospitalized 5 times since then. IntraCare, Ben Taub, HCPC, BlueBonnet Trails and HCPC again, a grand total of around 40 days and nights this past year. Clearly, I've had a great deal of time to think and imagine the root cause for strife here and all I can guess is he's just not that into me. Go figure. I'm in love with the fifteen year old who sent me Chicago Love Songs in 2005 mixed with witty status updates of yore. You guys...I feel like the biggest idiot on Earth.
I'll leave it on a hopeful note though. I have relocated and I am enjoying my present living situation immensely. Things are looking up for my writing career. AMEN!