WHAT IS THE TALENT OF A LONELY PERSON?

[lone_cowboy]

just wondering, what are we good at? there must be something?
just like happy people(except for our emotional condition) im sure we are also good at something...but sometimes this damm sadness
always gets in the way of what we truly want.

to be honest, i really don't know what my talent is, like i said, the
sadness ALWAYS gets in the way. it paralyzes me. but i am passionate about CLASSICAL and ROCK&ROLL music (yeah, im very wierd!) but, due to my UNIQUE financial situation (yes, im poor and i live i a 3rd world country) i can't afford to but an electric guitar or a violin. but every time i hear these 2kinds of music genres, i makes me feel alive. i hope one day i could be given the chance to study classical or rock&roll music.

what's your talent?

 

[bjarne]

I'm quite anti-social, mostly I dont like to have very many people around me (besides my GF who, by the way, have around 10 times as many friends as I have). And I certainly dont enjoy meeting new people (shy, introverted).

My talent? I'm very analytical and theoretical and so thus I'm a developer/programmer. I like to solve problems... mostly on my own.

 

[Eyael]

Like Bjarne said, depressed or lonely people are usually more analytical when facing problems/situations, specially new ones... Personally, my talent is writing, I put all my feelings (good or bad!) in the paper. I also love classical music and rock, aswell as symphonic metal (Apocalyptica, for example, because of the cellos).

 

[i_dunno]

I'll have to agree wih Bjarne as well, though I think his analytical skill is more developed as a programmer. I'd say that I'm analytical in a less technical, more abstract way. I can deconstruct problems and situations to get to the heart of what is really going on. And when it feels like I have created a logical solution to a problem, it's definitely a great feeling for me. Other than that, I guess I'm good at listening and being open-minded even about things that I don't necessarily agree with.

I wish I had enough talent to learn a musical instrument or just be knowledgable about music.

 

[lonelygirl]

I think lonely people have a special, unique perspective. Those who aren't directly a part of society sort of are more able to be open minded, and more able to view the foibles of humanity.

 

[kaviii]

i dont think i have a talent-if i do i havnt found it out yet...im thought long and hard about what kinda talents i have but i doubt i do. but i do have alot of interests in politics and historiy(particularly enlightment and renessaince) i always read about foreign conflicts and think of possibly solutions for them haha sad i know but it kills time. i used to like and be good at computers but i lost interest because my mum disapproves of me being with computers i would love to play music but i dont think my fingers are long enou to play the guitar and the piano properly

 

[BrokenDreams]

I honestly do not have any talents. I fail miserably at anything I do. I wish I did have a talent, it would make me feel alot better about myself.

 

[Colette]

I honestly do not have any talents. I fail miserably at anything I do. I wish I did have a talent, it would make me feel alot better about myself.

I think if everyone were honest they could find some talent they have. My talent is dancing. That's it and I'm happy about because whenever I hear music I start shaking my groove thing.

 

[lone_cowboy]

Why are we lonely? is b/c we don't fit it, because we miss someone, or because we wish we had that special some1....or is it because we do fit it but we just can't handle the hypocracy and fakeness of this world.....i mean, sometimes i find myself searching for a purpose to life... i mean its gr8 and everything but ok we go to school, we have jobs, get married, have kids, we get old then children leave their parents, then eventually we die...then what..thats it right????

well be4 i continue to make you want to die already, i know the answer to my loneliness... i just don't look 4 it... the answer to all my problems has ALWAYS been God... and whether you believe in him or not... it doesn't matter because he exist.... and if you don't want to believe in him thats ok, cuz all iknow is that HE is the only1 that can help us... the ppl in this world suck...they really do... but 1 person Jesus was able to make that sacrifice to die 4 our sins so that 1 day we could do his will... all i know is that personally i am miserable and unhappy because i have separated myself quite a little spiritually, and that will happen, but you have to fight to remain having a close relationship w/ God....and if you don't agree w/ me please don't bother saying negative things about my opinion, b/c i KNOW that what i believe in is true and no man can change my mind.... GOD is the aNSWEr...everything that i have seen has to me to believe in God for all that I have not....thank you for reading this...find a church and do what your heart tells you to do after you attend 1 service... it changed my life and I know he can help you...i mean, just writing this has helped me realize that just talking about him... has made the loneliness go away...God Bless You

i agree with you 100% there has been a scientific study that religious people or people that has faith in something divine is less lonely, less depressed, has better health, and lives longer. when we die, hopefully god would allow us to enter heaven, there we can always be happy.

 

[xgentx]

Sorry for interrupting. I am new here.

Nope. hell no. I am fed up being sorry and make excuses.
Here I am and I am going to say my opinion, Everyone got the rights to disagree.

You can still be happy even you are lonely. To be happy, just be happy.
I know it's easier said than done. I know it's a lie. I know it's an illusion.
I am not reliable. But you can trust me on this, It's a lie and a joke. but hey, the world is a silly jokes lots of time. And sometimes it works. - at least for me- just to be happy- or try my best to think positive.

I know I am socially disable- and I admit it. I know it was lost in my childhood.
I know. I am a lazy person, I am full of good intention, not to sleep 12 hours a day.
I doubt I was captured in depression for some years in my childhood and in my youth.
Cause I am and have always been - oh so full of myself.

Once I tended to think I was talented in music, creativity and languages. But I figured out soon, I am not. yet I loved to idle the time with it. So after 10 years break. I started to play for own pleassure again. Simple cause I like it. Like playing the same 2 chords over and over again.

Once as a child I stayed in an abandon house, it was made out of crap woods and there were hundreds of holes and gaps everywhere. I stuffed the holes with about a ton of newspaper I took from a recycle container. I used the papers as blanket too. news- porn magazine- cosmopolitan, wall street journal- Readers Digest. I guess there were something for everyone's taste. If I had not been so **** tired. and this place has not been located away in the woods away from the high-way. I guess I could have started a news and magazine place with a litttle creativity. And then I had about 60 candles burning to keep the warm.

I knew it was more or less insane, and totally crazy to lay there with all these papers and all those candles burning. But I was too **** tired and careless to mind about it. I just wanted to sleep. In the morning. I couldn t stop laughing and smiling thinking. "It's a **** wonder this entire little tiny place didn't lit a fire and burn down to the ground". After 3-4 days in that place, I guess I founded my real talent. To move on, without any cares.

Yet. So many times after- those lonely days and lonely nights. All this loneliness almost drove me crazy. But somehow- I decided trying to move on and see what comes around the next corner.

Then recently I decided to google- and found this site from another site, a site giving hints and guidelines how to train your social skills- and keep in touch with ppl. So I decided to look for penpals here and join as an active member. Then what happens- fresia off I am so lucky.

My hard disk burned down. I decided to postphone my rent and buy a new hard disk instead.
Called a mate I haven't seen in 4 years to guide me on the phone. And now i have to - move on - and find a job asap. So i can pay the rent and save up for travelling and study.
I know what I did was wrong ,during these days making it hard to find jobs. But I don t care.
I know what ever happens. I guess somehow someway. I will find a way to move on.

That's my only talent. To - Move On- and knock some motel or hotel down the highway.
And the owner asking what do you want? " I want to tend the rabbits!" Just Kidding.! Nope me can work, I can wash dishes, wash floor, wash car, wash the entire **** earth around here down. While I sing along with Tom Waits on " The one who got away." and "Small Change".

That can often put a smile on my face. To recall and sing. Small change got rained on, with his own .38.
Or other songs that I found to be great.



Well small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the marquise weren't weeping
they went stark-raving mad
and the cabbies were the only ones
that really had it made
and his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
and the naked mannikins with their
cheshire grins
and the raconteurs
and roustabouts said buddy
come on in
cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
now ...they're walking with a limp
now that
small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the burglar alarm's been disconnected
and the newsmen start to rattle
and the cops are tellin' jokes
about some whore house in Seattle
and the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
and the furniture's bargains galore
but the blood is by the jukebox
on an old linoleum floor
and it's a hot rain on 42nd Street
and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic
with stains on his pants cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
and no one's gone over to close his eyes
and there's a racing form in his pocket
circled Blue Boots in the 3rd
and the cashier at the clothing store
he didn't say a word as the
siren tears the night in half
and someone lost his wallet
well it's surveillance of assailants
if that's whatchawannacallit
and the whores hike up their skirts
and fish for drug-store prophylactics*
with their mouths cut just like
razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
and her radiator's steaming
and her teeth are in a wreck
now she won't let you kiss her
but what the hell do you expect
and the Gypsies are tragic and if you
wanna to buy perfume, well
they'll bark you down like
carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June
but...
small change got rained on with his own .38
and his headstone's
a gumball machine
no more chewing gum
or baseball cards or
overcoats or dreams and
someone is hosing down the sidewalk
and he's only in his teens
small change got rained on with his own .38
and a fistful of dollars can't change that
and someone copped his watch fob
and someone got his ring
and the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
and the tuberculosis old men
at the Nelson wheeze and cough
and someone will head south
until this whole thing cools off cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
yea small change got rained on with his own .38

 

[packyourbags]

hey Gent... for all it's worth, i think you have more talents than this one.