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Whatever. We all know that beneath that tough exterior is a soft and sweet center. Kinda like the filling on a Twinkie that's been left on the counter for a weekbisexplicit said:*stamps foot* I am NOT a people pleaser. I am mean. Grrrr.
Actually, wouldn't milk be a handjob?bisexplicit said:The full slogan is actually Meat is murder, Milk is rape.
That's where all the unpopular boobies go.bisexplicit said:*squeeks*
*scampers off, stage /left/ (you know, that mysterious other side of the stage that never gets scampered to)*
M's girl said:I often wonder on this board... there seem to be a lot of unhappy people. Yet, they give great advice to others. They seem to know how life works but they can't, for some reason, get it right themselves.
Is that just a case of 'it's always clearer view from a distance' or something else? I'm asking this because although my life seems pretty perfect there are things that bother me too, yet if someone else asks (me) what to do I know very well what the answer is.... for them.....
In an instant it is all different now. Thank you WW and your friend, that is as beautiful as breathing.wicked woman said:She asked me if perhaps God wasn't testing me...but realizing how strong I was.
Cathleen said:In an instant it is all different now. Thank you WW and your friend, that is as beautiful as breathing.
My very basic belief about life is that we're here to help each other and the most difficult thing is to ask for and accept help. Quite the Catch 22. It's almost as if we have to be humbled to really understand the two can never be separated.
I think...
wicked woman said:Cate, so glad I was able to pass that along and it helped. My pleasure. (((Cate)))
I agree full heartedly. I still remember an argument I had with myself about whether I'd ask a friend for advice. *I want to...you don't need her help...I know I don't but I want it....she'll think less of you...why should she, I've helped her lots...doesn't matter, she will...and on and on* You know full well I never asked her. Took me years to become strong enough to ask for help.
Cathleen said:I was thinking about this asking for help thing, as well as giving and receiving help. For me it's very easy to give, it feels good that's for sure but I think the real gift is the receiver. Someone has to have the grace and courage to receive - I don't think that courage and grace is easy at all but where would I be without it?
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On the topic, I'm not too sure where the unhappy part fits, but I definitely see people sharing their hardships, problems and situations and then others sharing their experiences and thoughts.
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I also believe a large part in this is honesty - deep personal honesty. It might be that we give good advice to another while not taking it ourselves is because we don't want to get honest with ourselves. We might give lip-service to ourselves, it can be easy to fake ourselves out - it's denial.
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midwestyankee said:Eventually a friend passes by and hears the cries for help. Immediately he jumps into the hole with his friend. "I thought you would help me," said the first man, "but now we're both down here in this hole." The friend replied, "Yes, and I know the way out."
Yeah I remember this. Leo was talking about being a recovering alcoholic. The friends reply was "Yeah but I'v been in this hole before, and I know the way out." It was a great story and just shows the value of passing on your experiences to others. Take those troubling times you've made it through and use them as ways to help others through the same trials. I guess in some ways that's the survivor's way of finding the bright side in all bad experiences.midwestyankee said:I'm reminded of a scene from a West Wing episode a few years back. Leo McGarry, the elder statesman among the WW staff tells a story about a man in a hole. I'll summarize to avoid showing that I don't recall all the details: two or three people stop by and the man in the hole asks for help. Each does something useless but in character, such as a priest who merely says a prayer for the man. Eventually a friend passes by and hears the cries for help. Immediately he jumps into the hole with his friend. "I thought you would help me," said the first man, "but now we're both down here in this hole." The friend replied, "Yes, and I know the way out."