I'm Keith. I'm 27. I'm Australian. I've never really been the kind of person who fits in, anywhere.
I tend to stand out, for better or worse. I tend not to care what most people think of me, except the people who encourage me to keep being me.
I'm the kind of guy who will quite happily walk down the street in a trenchcoat, top hat, vest, and tie, and not care about the weird looks I get.
I've got three piercings, and one tattoo. I'm looking to get more tattoos, but I'm not sure about more piercings.
I vent my frustrations, anxiety, and depression by writing what could be described as rock music inspired poetry, and frequently by just simply writing about them on this very blog.
I believe the world would be a better place, if we could each make an effort, at least once per day, to make someone else smile.
Feel free to add me on:
Windows Live: Keith_Learmonth@hotmail.com
If you value being masculine so highly, that you will do anything to avoid having feelings, you may as well be trying to avoid having a left hand through the power of the mind alone.
Every human, except perhaps very rare cases of psychiatric disorders, has feelings. Feelings are not a bad thing.
If you deny yourself the ability to feel, you are reducing yourself to only a fraction of the person you could be, which means that if you deny feelings, in an effort to be ‘more of a man’, you’re ironically becoming less human, and less of a man.
I pity you. I really do.
It’s okay to let that go sometimes.
It’s okay to be sensitive, especially when it will make someone else feel better.
It’s okay to be downright feminine, too, because at some point or another, we’ve likely all admired, loved, or respected a woman, so there’s no shame in embracing that side of yourself.
Being masculine is only as important as you allow it to be.
I haven’t told this story here before. At least, I don’t think so.
When I was 18, I had a very serious impulse control problem. It manifested mostly in trichotillomania.
For those unfamiliar with this particular disorder, it’s basically a compulsion to pull out one’s own hair.
It was triggered by the stress of moving to a new area, where pretty much everyone I met would comment on how I’m not from there, and would basically make it clear I don’t fit in.
It began with a simple enough thing… I would find oddly thick, or off-coloured hairs, and remove them. After a while, though, every hair felt thick, or I believed it was off-coloured.
Eventually, it got to the point where I had about a 10cm almost entirely bald patch on the top of my head.
I managed to defeat the disorder, for the most part, by shaving my head almost entirely.
This resulted in two key points.
1: I decided I hated how I looked with no hair, so I grew my hair long, and basically allowed it to be my most striking physical asset,
2: Whether it was a natural change that just happened at the same time, or was caused by what I went through, I’m not sure… but as my hair grew back, it came in with the very familiar curls I have now. Before then, it was mostly straight.
The main thing i’m trying to say here, though, is that it’s true. Sometimes you don’t appreciate what you have, unless it’s been taken from you. That, and, self destructive habits can be defeated, if you can just work out a trick to it.
As I was discussing with a friend today, I despise movies that attempt to force a shock just for shock value, whether it’s a cheap ‘jump scare”, or a full blown plot twist.
The worst, though, are when there’s a twist ending that is so overly forced, that it pretty much requires extra scenes added into the end that basically retcon the whole plot up to that point.
The kind of endings where you can tell, there was originally a different ending, and someone came along and said “Hey, you know what? That won’t work”, so the writer basically came up with something going in a totally different direction.
Sometimes, when I see these kinds of endings, I honestly believe they were written to spite people who insisted on having the ending changed.
Twist endings are very rarely well done these days, and almost always seem forced, and only used for shock value.
Perhaps I’ll share more strange photos in future. :)
Woke up late.
Got dinner out of freezer to defrost
Exchanged easter chocolate with Meaghan
Watched Rob Van Dam dvd
Got phonecall from Ryan, invited him over.
Ryan came over, we watched 90’s X-Men cartoons, he also brought even more chocolate.
Watched the original Nightmare on Elm st.
Watched more of Rob Van Dam DVD.
Got back on tumblr.
I see this guy having a lot of potential. As Leo Kruger, he showed very solid in ring work, but had no character.
As Adam Rose, he has an interesting character. Very over the top, but it’s not really a bad thing. I see that his character has the potential to go either way, good or evil.
He could be the fun loving, party all the time good guy…
Or he could become a douchebag, who doesn’t know when it’s not a good time to party, and basically makes a menace of himself.
When I was younger, despite certainly not being popular, I was once voted into a position that’s usually a popularity contest.
See, I was a member of the Scouts, and we’d recently gained an influx of new scouts joining our troop.
This meant we needed to divide the troop from 3 patrols, into 5, which, of course, meant we needed two new patrol leaders.
I ended up getting voted in as one of them, because the general consensus was that I was the most responsible, and had the most life experience and practical knowledge.
I was pretty proud of that one year I was a patrol leader. I also learned a lot from the experience of being a Scout, too.