through the fog i saw that she was preoccupied. so i wait my turn in line. she finally looks over to me and she waves me over. as i walk towards her i think of what i am going to say to get her to enjoy my company and maybe become someone i could be with.
Its amazing to think about how much you can write. How much you can think about while you are supposed to be doing other things. You think about things while walking place, while in the shower and who knows where else. Blah, blah, blah.
Kiegan
Preoccupied life.
Living up to expectations.
Be who they need.
I’m preoccupied with the thought of leaving and with the thought of staying, and I suppose in general, with being. I want to flay across that great expanse of ocean and find myself a fantastic friend, then make my way back with a backpack full of memories and a letter from a friend.
Sarah
I’ve been so precoccupied lately is the first thing that comes to mind. which is weird, because I have to think about it a bit to even comprehend the word preoccupied. Hell, I can barely spell it right. It really hurt me in the 6th grade when I did so poorly in the spelling bee? Is that an example of being preoccupied, where I get off of topic like that kind of? That sentesnce didn’t really make sense. But okay, that’s okay. but is that the same thing as being preoccupied? Getting off track? When I think preoccupied, I think… .. . . . .. I’m not sure. I guess I think of like a girl being to preoccupied with her boyfriend to have time for her actual friends to spend time togehter
Brianna
Busy mind, thoughts keep flying to the anxious place. Concentrate, close my eyes, rub my temples. Start again, what was I doing? Why can’t I stop thinking about what you said?
Eol
Hi i dont know what this is. Let me think of something deep…. well, it seems I can’t. So I’ll use someone else’s deep thoughts: “The truth resists simplicity” and I wish it wasn’t so. Then again, what fun would life be if it were simple? None. Probably. Seriously, what is this thing? And why do people feel the need to say something meaningful when given the opportunity to say something? Isn’t the fact that we can say anything enough?
Sarah
she clutched the edges of her desk, flailed with her words, swung her legs, the legs that wouldn’t quite touch the ground. she stretched out the edges of her mouth, smiled her dazzling miss-multiverse smile, minced her words like she minced her steps. still he paid her no attention. she cursed loudly and flew up into the sky.
I can’t think about it. I shouldn’t think about it. Damn it, now I’m thinking about it. What was I supposed to be thinking about? Oh well. What is it?
Anne Burgess
There weren’t many things to do at the house. All my friends were preoccupied at the moment with smoking weed or partying or something remotely stupid for our age group. Oh well. I hadn’t seen my mother in a couple days. She was out with her new boyfriend Lowery.
Olive
i want to do me, i want to do what i want to do. i want to major in anthropology, i want to learn about culture. i want to go to the college i want to go to, i want to stay, but i want to go. i want to please myself. be myself. not find myself. i’m sick of trying to find myself, i want to be myself. i want to know what pleases me.
pleases me.
pleases ME.
not anyone else.
ME.
Taryn
Her whole life, she had things in order. Whether that be her daily routine, her relationships and friendships or the layout of her house, Mindy always had things perfectly in order. Furthermore,her thoughts followed suit. She never allowed her mind to wander — and when it did, there was a scheduled time set aside for that. But then Mr. It”s-so-cool-to-be-careless shows up and her mind constantly wanders off at the most inconvenient times.
Rob
I was too preoccupied. To busy with myself, my own problems, my own choices, to be bothered with yours. That’s awful, isn’t it? I was supposed to have loved you. Maybe it’s because I push people away. Who knows why? Isn’t that life’s cruel joke? To make it short and filled with problems that you have no time to enjoy it, I guess that’s I have been cursed with this forgone solitude.
“Erin,” she said with a loud whisper, “That’s my name.” The lady with the brown eyes was clearly preoccupied, and she decided she might have to come back later. No matter what, she was going to to this.
42
I was preoccupied with your baby-making machine to notice our surroundings. We’ve been here before, on this bed we call home. The rest of the house is nice too, but this is where the magic happens. Oh yah, we’re making children! Get those hips ready for baby-popping time, hunny. Then, the fun can begin ;)
Candace Blake
I feel like my life is a bunch of moments strung together, all involved with me thinking about other things waiting for the next moment and gathering my thoughts together. I feel like my life is all about the next moment or the next move. Like a huge chess game. Everyone is preoccupied, it’s a life long goal to become focused on something simple and uncomplicated, that’s the now. That’s the present.
T. Alex Yokom
to busy, they want to aviod you. they dont want you around. Or theyre really busy too much is on their plate.
Natalie
I was supposed to be working but I was preoccupied with the thought of someone. They clouded every thought I had throughout the day. I thought good thoughts, bad, scary… it was lovely. A nice little break from work.
Ashlie
I was preoccupied as I sat in the Marketplace, sitting with my housemates. All I could do was stare at my phone, waiting for him to text me. I knew he knew I was ten feet away, but I wasn’t about to make the first move again. There are only so much first moves a girl can make, and how many times her heart can break before she gives it up.
Emily
Entering the glass house, all walls completely transparent, one room was labeled “preoccupied”. The room was completely transparent, along with the rest of the home. It was completely preoccupied.
Madison
The wizard was preoccupied. He had a lot of his mind and as such did not pay as much attention as he would have liked to the spell he was casting. It was a particularly difficult and complicated spell so his lack of attention had disastrous results.
Hugh Crosmun
I was not thinking or doing what i should have been. I was busy doing something else. Something that may or not have been more important. I didnt see what was right in front of my face.
Shawna Scoville
I have no idea what I’m doing with myself. My whole life is just me being preoccupied with one thing after another while what I’m meant to be doing is being lost. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel its absence… I just want to be able to fulfill whatever dreams I’m having that are escaping me.
Love
“I was preoccupied at the time.”
“Preoccupied?”
“Well… Yeah… I was talking to my girlfriend, Amy, when the guy came in. I sort of shrugged him off and continued my conversation. I had no idea what he was about to do.”
nic
I was too preoccupied to notice you were hurting. I was too hung up on the times you hurt me to realize how much everyone was pushing you down.
And, to be honest, I still don’t care.
I’m always preoccupied. If I’m at school, I’m preoccupied thinking about work. If I’m at work, I’m preoccupied thinking about my home life. If I’m at home, I’m preoccupied thinking about the future. I think I need to learn to live in the moment a little more because being preoccupied is definitely not part of the recipe for success
when your doing something and not focusing entirely on it because your doing/worrying about something else. When you’re preoccupied you don’t focus to the best of your ability.
taylor
i cant concentrate when i think about what happened between us. i get distracted, i forget about the world around me and become detached. you were everything
meg
estoy preocupada – tan preocupada que la primera cosa que pienso es en esapnol, aunque en realidad, no hablo esta idioma. No puedo pensar ahora mismo, y entonces mi cerebro encontra un sendero diferente, y desconocido a mi.
Caught up in the details
seeing string where there are none
suspecting everything
Why can’t it just be a compliment?
I don’t want you
for anything but friendship.
I’m not high or drunk.
I’m not trying to seem nice.
I seriously
just wanted to tell you
all of you
that you are so beautiful.
Chill the fuck out, bro.
I wish I wasn’t always so preoccupied in what I’m doing. I should be out in the world doing more things and being productive. Did I write enough? I hope so.
Haley
Cassidy stared at the window, vaguely in the direction of the leaves. He noticed that it was becoming springtime, emerging from the snowy winter already. It made him smile. Almost a year ago, he met Benjamin. What a sweet day that was…
“…Cass, Cass?” The pretty blond stared at him from under a mess of curls, one brow arched at him.
“Oh, Ben.” Cassidy smiled.
“You okay?”
He reached out and ruffled Benjamin’s hair because he could. “Yes, I was just preoccupied. What were you saying?”
Why is everyone so preoccupied with themselves? Where is the time time we cared for each-other and actually tried to help others outside of the things that occupied ourselves or that we chose for ourselves to be preoccupied with?
David
i am preoccupied with wasting my time to do anything useful. the people i like are preoccupied with work to talk to me. actually, its just occupied. there can never be preoccupied. the oven is occupied. its not preoccupied. i think george carlin said that.
Aameen Johal
Her gaze is preoccupied. He sits next to her and she’s staring out the window, thinking of something that he doesn’t know. He might. Because his sister isn’t such a wall that he can’t dig in and find out what’s really bothering her. He touches her hand and she looks over at him finally, smiling softly, sadly.
sometimes i find myself just wondering what to do with my life. i dont exactly know because i fell like im constantly preoccupied. i try to make time for those around me and myself but its hard to balance the two. again i feel preoccupied.
brandon
everything makes me feel like this preoccupied is how i usually am. but he is too. he never listens its like talking to a wall his attention is always somewhere else. never just with me never watching me.
Well, if I am, I am perfectly preoccupied purposely.”
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed.”
Mildred
my school work, mike calling me or asking me to hang out with him. learning new things at work and risking the fact that i might mess something up. not sure of what to do after i get my bachelors degree from school. selling my car and getting a brand new one. taking care of my dog and making sure he is up to date with all of his things. food clothes cellphone and finding someone to be with.
victoria
that is what i am most of the time these days.wonder what can be the reason behind it.
does that work fine?
through the fog i saw that she was preoccupied. so i wait my turn in line. she finally looks over to me and she waves me over. as i walk towards her i think of what i am going to say to get her to enjoy my company and maybe become someone i could be with.
Its amazing to think about how much you can write. How much you can think about while you are supposed to be doing other things. You think about things while walking place, while in the shower and who knows where else. Blah, blah, blah.
Preoccupied life.
Living up to expectations.
Be who they need.
I’m preoccupied with the thought of leaving and with the thought of staying, and I suppose in general, with being. I want to flay across that great expanse of ocean and find myself a fantastic friend, then make my way back with a backpack full of memories and a letter from a friend.
I’ve been so precoccupied lately is the first thing that comes to mind. which is weird, because I have to think about it a bit to even comprehend the word preoccupied. Hell, I can barely spell it right. It really hurt me in the 6th grade when I did so poorly in the spelling bee? Is that an example of being preoccupied, where I get off of topic like that kind of? That sentesnce didn’t really make sense. But okay, that’s okay. but is that the same thing as being preoccupied? Getting off track? When I think preoccupied, I think… .. . . . .. I’m not sure. I guess I think of like a girl being to preoccupied with her boyfriend to have time for her actual friends to spend time togehter
Busy mind, thoughts keep flying to the anxious place. Concentrate, close my eyes, rub my temples. Start again, what was I doing? Why can’t I stop thinking about what you said?
Hi i dont know what this is. Let me think of something deep…. well, it seems I can’t. So I’ll use someone else’s deep thoughts: “The truth resists simplicity” and I wish it wasn’t so. Then again, what fun would life be if it were simple? None. Probably. Seriously, what is this thing? And why do people feel the need to say something meaningful when given the opportunity to say something? Isn’t the fact that we can say anything enough?
she clutched the edges of her desk, flailed with her words, swung her legs, the legs that wouldn’t quite touch the ground. she stretched out the edges of her mouth, smiled her dazzling miss-multiverse smile, minced her words like she minced her steps. still he paid her no attention. she cursed loudly and flew up into the sky.
I can’t think about it. I shouldn’t think about it. Damn it, now I’m thinking about it. What was I supposed to be thinking about? Oh well. What is it?
There weren’t many things to do at the house. All my friends were preoccupied at the moment with smoking weed or partying or something remotely stupid for our age group. Oh well. I hadn’t seen my mother in a couple days. She was out with her new boyfriend Lowery.
i want to do me, i want to do what i want to do. i want to major in anthropology, i want to learn about culture. i want to go to the college i want to go to, i want to stay, but i want to go. i want to please myself. be myself. not find myself. i’m sick of trying to find myself, i want to be myself. i want to know what pleases me.
pleases me.
pleases ME.
not anyone else.
ME.
Her whole life, she had things in order. Whether that be her daily routine, her relationships and friendships or the layout of her house, Mindy always had things perfectly in order. Furthermore,her thoughts followed suit. She never allowed her mind to wander — and when it did, there was a scheduled time set aside for that. But then Mr. It”s-so-cool-to-be-careless shows up and her mind constantly wanders off at the most inconvenient times.
I was too preoccupied. To busy with myself, my own problems, my own choices, to be bothered with yours. That’s awful, isn’t it? I was supposed to have loved you. Maybe it’s because I push people away. Who knows why? Isn’t that life’s cruel joke? To make it short and filled with problems that you have no time to enjoy it, I guess that’s I have been cursed with this forgone solitude.
“Erin,” she said with a loud whisper, “That’s my name.” The lady with the brown eyes was clearly preoccupied, and she decided she might have to come back later. No matter what, she was going to to this.
I was preoccupied with your baby-making machine to notice our surroundings. We’ve been here before, on this bed we call home. The rest of the house is nice too, but this is where the magic happens. Oh yah, we’re making children! Get those hips ready for baby-popping time, hunny. Then, the fun can begin ;)
I feel like my life is a bunch of moments strung together, all involved with me thinking about other things waiting for the next moment and gathering my thoughts together. I feel like my life is all about the next moment or the next move. Like a huge chess game. Everyone is preoccupied, it’s a life long goal to become focused on something simple and uncomplicated, that’s the now. That’s the present.
to busy, they want to aviod you. they dont want you around. Or theyre really busy too much is on their plate.
I was supposed to be working but I was preoccupied with the thought of someone. They clouded every thought I had throughout the day. I thought good thoughts, bad, scary… it was lovely. A nice little break from work.
I was preoccupied as I sat in the Marketplace, sitting with my housemates. All I could do was stare at my phone, waiting for him to text me. I knew he knew I was ten feet away, but I wasn’t about to make the first move again. There are only so much first moves a girl can make, and how many times her heart can break before she gives it up.
Entering the glass house, all walls completely transparent, one room was labeled “preoccupied”. The room was completely transparent, along with the rest of the home. It was completely preoccupied.
The wizard was preoccupied. He had a lot of his mind and as such did not pay as much attention as he would have liked to the spell he was casting. It was a particularly difficult and complicated spell so his lack of attention had disastrous results.
I was not thinking or doing what i should have been. I was busy doing something else. Something that may or not have been more important. I didnt see what was right in front of my face.
I have no idea what I’m doing with myself. My whole life is just me being preoccupied with one thing after another while what I’m meant to be doing is being lost. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel its absence… I just want to be able to fulfill whatever dreams I’m having that are escaping me.
“I was preoccupied at the time.”
“Preoccupied?”
“Well… Yeah… I was talking to my girlfriend, Amy, when the guy came in. I sort of shrugged him off and continued my conversation. I had no idea what he was about to do.”
I was too preoccupied to notice you were hurting. I was too hung up on the times you hurt me to realize how much everyone was pushing you down.
And, to be honest, I still don’t care.
I’m always preoccupied. If I’m at school, I’m preoccupied thinking about work. If I’m at work, I’m preoccupied thinking about my home life. If I’m at home, I’m preoccupied thinking about the future. I think I need to learn to live in the moment a little more because being preoccupied is definitely not part of the recipe for success
when your doing something and not focusing entirely on it because your doing/worrying about something else. When you’re preoccupied you don’t focus to the best of your ability.
i cant concentrate when i think about what happened between us. i get distracted, i forget about the world around me and become detached. you were everything
estoy preocupada – tan preocupada que la primera cosa que pienso es en esapnol, aunque en realidad, no hablo esta idioma. No puedo pensar ahora mismo, y entonces mi cerebro encontra un sendero diferente, y desconocido a mi.
Caught up in the details
seeing string where there are none
suspecting everything
Why can’t it just be a compliment?
I don’t want you
for anything but friendship.
I’m not high or drunk.
I’m not trying to seem nice.
I seriously
just wanted to tell you
all of you
that you are so beautiful.
Chill the fuck out, bro.
I wish I wasn’t always so preoccupied in what I’m doing. I should be out in the world doing more things and being productive. Did I write enough? I hope so.
Cassidy stared at the window, vaguely in the direction of the leaves. He noticed that it was becoming springtime, emerging from the snowy winter already. It made him smile. Almost a year ago, he met Benjamin. What a sweet day that was…
“…Cass, Cass?” The pretty blond stared at him from under a mess of curls, one brow arched at him.
“Oh, Ben.” Cassidy smiled.
“You okay?”
He reached out and ruffled Benjamin’s hair because he could. “Yes, I was just preoccupied. What were you saying?”
Why is everyone so preoccupied with themselves? Where is the time time we cared for each-other and actually tried to help others outside of the things that occupied ourselves or that we chose for ourselves to be preoccupied with?
i am preoccupied with wasting my time to do anything useful. the people i like are preoccupied with work to talk to me. actually, its just occupied. there can never be preoccupied. the oven is occupied. its not preoccupied. i think george carlin said that.
Her gaze is preoccupied. He sits next to her and she’s staring out the window, thinking of something that he doesn’t know. He might. Because his sister isn’t such a wall that he can’t dig in and find out what’s really bothering her. He touches her hand and she looks over at him finally, smiling softly, sadly.
sometimes i find myself just wondering what to do with my life. i dont exactly know because i fell like im constantly preoccupied. i try to make time for those around me and myself but its hard to balance the two. again i feel preoccupied.
everything makes me feel like this preoccupied is how i usually am. but he is too. he never listens its like talking to a wall his attention is always somewhere else. never just with me never watching me.
Leslie was preoccupied.
“Why are you so preoccupied?” asked Jake.
“I’m not preoccupied.”
“Yes, you are. You are perfectly preoccupied.”
Well, if I am, I am perfectly preoccupied purposely.”
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed.”
my school work, mike calling me or asking me to hang out with him. learning new things at work and risking the fact that i might mess something up. not sure of what to do after i get my bachelors degree from school. selling my car and getting a brand new one. taking care of my dog and making sure he is up to date with all of his things. food clothes cellphone and finding someone to be with.
that is what i am most of the time these days.wonder what can be the reason behind it.
does that work fine?