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 poor boy
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Registered: 06/07/13
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 I hate interviews 
#856207 - 04/19/22 02:31 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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I'm a grower not a shower
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Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes
Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream
I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns
I'm a retarded, disfigured clown
Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall
I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will
Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better
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 Fleabag Friend
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Registered: 06/27/20
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Re: I hate interviews [Re: poor boy]
#856216 - 04/19/22 03:10 PM (2 years, 7 months ago) |
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Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:
"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.
"I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air."
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poor boy
Village Idiot
Registered: 06/07/13
Posts: 16,230
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I usually just walk in, make extreme contact, have my buddy call and ask how it's going and then proceed to tell him the interview is boring me, and then walk out. They ALWAYS call me back and tell me to never apply to their company again.
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Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes
Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream
I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns
I'm a retarded, disfigured clown
Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall
I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will
Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better
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