My family was dysfunctional to say the least. I came from a long line of murderers, child molesters, and whatnot. I could only hope for one day to come out normal…
But how do you find normal in a world of dysfunctional?
Es gibt Wörter, die sind so lang, dass man sie auf den ersten Blick gar nicht erfassen kann. Du musst Buchstaben um Buchstaben lesen, mühsam in deinem inneren Archiv nach einem Bild oder einem Gefühl suchen. Du weißt, es muss dort irgendwo sein, du hast es schon mal gesehen, aber du weißt nicht mehr, wo du es abgelegt hast und welche Farbe das Etikett hat.
He sat there with the bottle sloshing around in his hand. Dirty and grimy from life, the life he had just followed sadly without any energy to turn around and say no. I smiled. He lifted his bottle to me. I walked on.
what is being dyfunctional anyways? what claims something functional, and who decides what can be the norm and what cannot. dysfunctional familes, minds, homes, and romances make up what is good about everything. they are the dreamers, the risk takers and the ones who make it.
All over the place I saw drugs. When I was growing up paraphernalia lay casually about the surfaces of our kitchen and lounge, people came and went; shuffling in and out of our lives. Little wonder I find myself in the position I am now in
Dysfunctonal is the way of school. Organizaion gets lost, friends become priority over education and administrators tear you down. Dysfunctional is the way of family life. You fight with your siblings because that’s what sibling do, you fight with your parents because you’re young and you do chores because you don’t have freedom to say otherwise. Dysfunctional is the way of the road. Bicyclists don’t follow the rules of the road and you get blamed for running them over, your flat tire causes an accident and you have to pay for the damages. Dysfunctional is the way of life.
Three bicycles went fishing. Two of them forgot their fishing rods, and the other was afraid of the water. So, it wasn’t a very successful fishing trip. However, on the ride there and back, they discussed many things, such as their childhoods, the nature of evil, and tires.
Why is it so bad to be dysfunctional? Its portrayed as something so bad, but it’s really not. People need to open their eyes, and see that everybody is wonderful, just the way they are!
what is normal sad family ruin your life but can mend twisted and upset dont think about all the families that are unhappy but many are ok do all in all not sure what else to say, sad at first then philosophical about the whole idea. Like to help victims of unhealthy families but not sure how but the intention to be kind is the important thing to combat the damage done, it feels like i have done60 seconds now, and wondering what the point of this is. I could write a story about a child growing up with a useless family feeling alone and unsupported, and weak, always missing a vital part of themselves, trying to work it out for themselves, create what is missing somehow, or learn to live without it. Think outside yourself, even if in pain, best to focus on others, surely the time is up, but it hasnt stopped me writing, which is upsetting because I dont want to write about what is normal and what isnt, and what some people lack affects them one way, and another person in another way. All is very complicated, cause and affect.
thats when a person cant do some special thing because he has an disabled capabilty of his brain or body, or has some part of the body that doesnt serve for it purpouse
How we keep on coming back to each other. How we don’t seem to mind how dysfunctional we are being makes it very dysfunctional. I have never enjoyed being dysfunctional more than I do when I’m with you..
It’s funny how that word can apply to so many different families in so many different ways. I’d almost wager that every family is dysfunctional in one way or another. Even though our species’s family structures are natural evolutionary extensions of the primate social structure, maybe our species, nonetheless, has outgrown the family.
Every morning, she awoke to screaming and shouting, and she would lie in bed with silent tears running down her face until her sister finally slammed the door shut and her mother slumped over the kitchen table to cry.
i am dysfunctional. my family is dysfunctional. i wish people would understand me. it really is hard, i want so much just to be normal and to live one day without wanting to end everything. i want to be normal. please please please. let me be functional. please.
The family. The mother had killed the baby boy. Her own. And then she renamed her daughter, who was six at the time of her brother’s murder, and named her after him. Bob, she is now called. Bob.
The dysfunctional aspects of her management skills threatened the very life of the company. She had a knack for making everyone around her feel bad or frustrated or picked on and she couldn’t see how much she was hurting the business when she called the clients and insisted that changes needed to be made to an illustration that the client was happy with.
I don’t come from a dysfunctional family, though sometimes I think explaining myself would be easier if I did. Instead, my family was rather normal, except for me. I don’t know what made me so different than the rest of my family except maybe our entire sets of core beliefs. We still get along though
Dysfunctional, we all are, we are all 20something and should be doing better than we are, we are broke, we have court dates, our phone is shut off, we got arrest records, we are cheaters, we are tired, worn out and, sick, we drink too much. We should be doing better than we are.
I had never thought of our relationship as having anything wrong with it until after you called. Everything came crashing down– all the lies I had convinced myself of without even realizing they were lies, all of the times that I thought were perfect, but inside you were struggling, crying, screaming. When did I become this person?
my entire life, my friends lives, everyone’s lives dysfunction is the only truth left in the world, the only true existent state stronger and more permanent than the sands of time.
“So you’re saying that you’re done with me.”
She glared at him, arms folded tightly across her chest.
“No, I’m saying that I need a break.”
He snorted, looking away from her.
“Yeah, and you’re moving to Canada to take it.”
She made an angry noise in the back of her throat, as if to argue with him, but then sighed loudly instead and blinked dismissively.
Although Harry and Bruce do enjoy being around each other, it is a fairly dysfunctional relationship that the two have. Harry’s not all there, and Bruce is there enough that he is unable to loosen up even on the best of days. Luckily, they both fit together- Bruce fits right alongside his broken friend, doesn’t he? Harry, who collects broken objects, seemingly without purpose. Bruce can tell the significance- there’s a broken Owl, who could see the world but not understand it, and the broken Lion who roared and was sometimes unsure of his own strength, and the Moon, which Bruce thinks matches with the broken dream catcher that hangs securely next to their sleeping arrangements for the night.
My family, my life, me. I am dysfunctional. My relationship is dysfunctional, every single thing about it. The way he controls me, his attitude. Dysfunctional all around. Everything. Life. Everyone.
His family was always a tad dysfunctional; they would argue about who Bach’s inspiration was, whether or not the nuclear war would effect Ireland. Things like that. Normal family things. As he sits alone in his youngest brother’s hideout, Jim lets out a huff of laughter and shakes his head.
to be Dysfunctional means that your human, well in my Book it does
My family, both parents are a mess and Im jsut starting to learn that My dad it CRAZY!
I think the real reason that girls have daddy issues is becase they jsut don know that their dad’s are Not perfect. we dont know that we can say NO that we can walk away and then liking someone is more the just the initial physical attraction.
“So what you’re saying is you’re done with me.”
Jenna glared at him, arms crossed tightly across her chest.
“No, Tristan, I’m not saying that I’m /done with you/. I’m saying that I need a break.”
He snorted, unconvinced.
“Right, and you’re moving to Canada to take it.”
It was the word to describe my family, dysfunctional. Because as much as I loved them all no one would ever be able to say that our relationship was healthy. It was co-dependent, it was neurotic, it was us leaning on each other because we had no one else until finally it was us leaning on each other because we wanted no one else.
I am very dysfunctional. My life has been pretty dysfunctional. But it should be spelled dysfunktional… because it puts you in a funk. And I don’t mean funky like funky town, I mean funky like smelly. Stinky. What’s that funky smell? It’s my life, man.
My family was dysfunctional to say the least. I came from a long line of murderers, child molesters, and whatnot. I could only hope for one day to come out normal…
But how do you find normal in a world of dysfunctional?
Es gibt Wörter, die sind so lang, dass man sie auf den ersten Blick gar nicht erfassen kann. Du musst Buchstaben um Buchstaben lesen, mühsam in deinem inneren Archiv nach einem Bild oder einem Gefühl suchen. Du weißt, es muss dort irgendwo sein, du hast es schon mal gesehen, aber du weißt nicht mehr, wo du es abgelegt hast und welche Farbe das Etikett hat.
this means you cant do stuff right. Im not being mean! just saying.
to day the government is seems to be dysfunctional. it is not good for the country and the people
He sat there with the bottle sloshing around in his hand. Dirty and grimy from life, the life he had just followed sadly without any energy to turn around and say no. I smiled. He lifted his bottle to me. I walked on.
what is being dyfunctional anyways? what claims something functional, and who decides what can be the norm and what cannot. dysfunctional familes, minds, homes, and romances make up what is good about everything. they are the dreamers, the risk takers and the ones who make it.
All over the place I saw drugs. When I was growing up paraphernalia lay casually about the surfaces of our kitchen and lounge, people came and went; shuffling in and out of our lives. Little wonder I find myself in the position I am now in
Dysfunctonal is the way of school. Organizaion gets lost, friends become priority over education and administrators tear you down. Dysfunctional is the way of family life. You fight with your siblings because that’s what sibling do, you fight with your parents because you’re young and you do chores because you don’t have freedom to say otherwise. Dysfunctional is the way of the road. Bicyclists don’t follow the rules of the road and you get blamed for running them over, your flat tire causes an accident and you have to pay for the damages. Dysfunctional is the way of life.
Three bicycles went fishing. Two of them forgot their fishing rods, and the other was afraid of the water. So, it wasn’t a very successful fishing trip. However, on the ride there and back, they discussed many things, such as their childhoods, the nature of evil, and tires.
Why is it so bad to be dysfunctional? Its portrayed as something so bad, but it’s really not. People need to open their eyes, and see that everybody is wonderful, just the way they are!
broken
what is normal sad family ruin your life but can mend twisted and upset dont think about all the families that are unhappy but many are ok do all in all not sure what else to say, sad at first then philosophical about the whole idea. Like to help victims of unhealthy families but not sure how but the intention to be kind is the important thing to combat the damage done, it feels like i have done60 seconds now, and wondering what the point of this is. I could write a story about a child growing up with a useless family feeling alone and unsupported, and weak, always missing a vital part of themselves, trying to work it out for themselves, create what is missing somehow, or learn to live without it. Think outside yourself, even if in pain, best to focus on others, surely the time is up, but it hasnt stopped me writing, which is upsetting because I dont want to write about what is normal and what isnt, and what some people lack affects them one way, and another person in another way. All is very complicated, cause and affect.
thats when a person cant do some special thing because he has an disabled capabilty of his brain or body, or has some part of the body that doesnt serve for it purpouse
my mind. it does not work in funct its full of dys craziness that is my perception of reality. whooahbro perception lolz. being serious.
How we keep on coming back to each other. How we don’t seem to mind how dysfunctional we are being makes it very dysfunctional. I have never enjoyed being dysfunctional more than I do when I’m with you..
It’s funny how that word can apply to so many different families in so many different ways. I’d almost wager that every family is dysfunctional in one way or another. Even though our species’s family structures are natural evolutionary extensions of the primate social structure, maybe our species, nonetheless, has outgrown the family.
Every morning, she awoke to screaming and shouting, and she would lie in bed with silent tears running down her face until her sister finally slammed the door shut and her mother slumped over the kitchen table to cry.
i am dysfunctional. my family is dysfunctional. i wish people would understand me. it really is hard, i want so much just to be normal and to live one day without wanting to end everything. i want to be normal. please please please. let me be functional. please.
The family. The mother had killed the baby boy. Her own. And then she renamed her daughter, who was six at the time of her brother’s murder, and named her after him. Bob, she is now called. Bob.
That’s a is a word that is so overused in society these days. What is functional? It’s a matter of perception.
The dysfunctional aspects of her management skills threatened the very life of the company. She had a knack for making everyone around her feel bad or frustrated or picked on and she couldn’t see how much she was hurting the business when she called the clients and insisted that changes needed to be made to an illustration that the client was happy with.
I don’t come from a dysfunctional family, though sometimes I think explaining myself would be easier if I did. Instead, my family was rather normal, except for me. I don’t know what made me so different than the rest of my family except maybe our entire sets of core beliefs. We still get along though
dysfunctional it’s a place when a live, it’s my mind, it’s my hands, my back, my hair, smeels like dysfunctional, smells like me.
me, and my world.
Dysfunctional, we all are, we are all 20something and should be doing better than we are, we are broke, we have court dates, our phone is shut off, we got arrest records, we are cheaters, we are tired, worn out and, sick, we drink too much. We should be doing better than we are.
many things are disfunctional, and they are not nessicarly objects they can be people too. the definition of dysfunctional is also hard to explain.
I had never thought of our relationship as having anything wrong with it until after you called. Everything came crashing down– all the lies I had convinced myself of without even realizing they were lies, all of the times that I thought were perfect, but inside you were struggling, crying, screaming. When did I become this person?
How quirky is your dysfunctional family? Extremely? Well, great! Let’s make an indie movie/sitcom about it! I’m talking to you, Arrested Development.
A family
Created …… formed from the same bloodline
Loves too much
Cares too much
Dysfunctional
my entire life, my friends lives, everyone’s lives dysfunction is the only truth left in the world, the only true existent state stronger and more permanent than the sands of time.
perfection is dysfunctional.
chaos is reality.
beauty is the truth in it all that no one ever sees.
oh no only one word a day???? how DYSFUNCTIONAL!
“So you’re saying that you’re done with me.”
She glared at him, arms folded tightly across her chest.
“No, I’m saying that I need a break.”
He snorted, looking away from her.
“Yeah, and you’re moving to Canada to take it.”
She made an angry noise in the back of her throat, as if to argue with him, but then sighed loudly instead and blinked dismissively.
Although Harry and Bruce do enjoy being around each other, it is a fairly dysfunctional relationship that the two have. Harry’s not all there, and Bruce is there enough that he is unable to loosen up even on the best of days. Luckily, they both fit together- Bruce fits right alongside his broken friend, doesn’t he? Harry, who collects broken objects, seemingly without purpose. Bruce can tell the significance- there’s a broken Owl, who could see the world but not understand it, and the broken Lion who roared and was sometimes unsure of his own strength, and the Moon, which Bruce thinks matches with the broken dream catcher that hangs securely next to their sleeping arrangements for the night.
My family, my life, me. I am dysfunctional. My relationship is dysfunctional, every single thing about it. The way he controls me, his attitude. Dysfunctional all around. Everything. Life. Everyone.
His family was always a tad dysfunctional; they would argue about who Bach’s inspiration was, whether or not the nuclear war would effect Ireland. Things like that. Normal family things. As he sits alone in his youngest brother’s hideout, Jim lets out a huff of laughter and shakes his head.
to be Dysfunctional means that your human, well in my Book it does
My family, both parents are a mess and Im jsut starting to learn that My dad it CRAZY!
I think the real reason that girls have daddy issues is becase they jsut don know that their dad’s are Not perfect. we dont know that we can say NO that we can walk away and then liking someone is more the just the initial physical attraction.
“So what you’re saying is you’re done with me.”
Jenna glared at him, arms crossed tightly across her chest.
“No, Tristan, I’m not saying that I’m /done with you/. I’m saying that I need a break.”
He snorted, unconvinced.
“Right, and you’re moving to Canada to take it.”
It was the word to describe my family, dysfunctional. Because as much as I loved them all no one would ever be able to say that our relationship was healthy. It was co-dependent, it was neurotic, it was us leaning on each other because we had no one else until finally it was us leaning on each other because we wanted no one else.
I am very dysfunctional. My life has been pretty dysfunctional. But it should be spelled dysfunktional… because it puts you in a funk. And I don’t mean funky like funky town, I mean funky like smelly. Stinky. What’s that funky smell? It’s my life, man.