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Just got back from the store to get more Nyquil. Technically, I don't think I am even supposed to be taking Nyquil due to my other meds and it's alcohol content, but oh well, I would be in much worse shape if I couldn't get any sleep. I'd rather take Nyquil and avoid another hospitalization than not take Nyquil and have to get locked up again.

So, I had a really rough week with the PTSD. My therapist keeps suggesting that I get a treatment for PTSD that involves hypnotism. I keep telling her that there is no way I would be hypnotized by a pdoc I don't know-- much less a male pdoc. The only person in my area that does this treatment is a man. There's no way I could relax enough to be hypnotized or not just freak out. People don't realize how difficult it is for me to be with men who I don't know or in close quarters with a male professional. I have been putting off getting my eyes checked. I have been putting off going to the dentist. These things majorly stress me out.

So, at the store, I inform my aunt that I have had a very rough week and need her to stick close to me. Within about 2 minutes, she disappears. I was so pissed and stressed. But, I made it through without a panic attack. Thank god! Last time she did that to me, I did have a panic attack.

The cashier was telling us how pale I looked, that she felt horrible for me.. being I was coughing and obviously sick. About the paleness, my aunt is like, "Oh, she always looks that way." LOL Yes, I don't think you can tell if I am sick or not by how pale I look. I'm whiter than white.

If I wouldn't have been sick, I'd have a decision to make. My friend, who I call Swizz cuz he looks like Swizz Beatz, suggested that we get together for the primary purpose of having sex. We've hung out before, but only plutonically. Honestly, he's a little light-skinned for me. He is black, but like I said, he looks like Swizz Beatz (who is hispanic). We're not especially close friends, though we chat or talk on the phone a few times a week. Sweet guy, really. A karate black belt who is into teaching women to defend themselves, so he is really sympathetic to my issues. But, I don't know, I guess I would feel kinda strange having sex with a guy who is my friend. Do you ever get in that "friend" mentality where you just don't quite look at them as a romantic interest?

Oh, I'm not even sure if I told you guys that I called off my engagement. I guess some of you may have been totally confused by my sex dilemma. LOL Long story short, he and I had some serious communication problems that I could not see myself living with on a longterm basis.
 
Just got back from the store to get more Nyquil. Technically, I don't think I am even supposed to be taking Nyquil due to my other meds and it's alcohol content, but oh well, I would be in much worse shape if I couldn't get any sleep. I'd rather take Nyquil and avoid another hospitalization than not take Nyquil and have to get locked up again.

So, I had a really rough week with the PTSD. My therapist keeps suggesting that I get a treatment for PTSD that involves hypnotism. I keep telling her that there is no way I would be hypnotized by a pdoc I don't know-- much less a male pdoc. The only person in my area that does this treatment is a man. There's no way I could relax enough to be hypnotized or not just freak out. People don't realize how difficult it is for me to be with men who I don't know or in close quarters with a male professional. I have been putting off getting my eyes checked. I have been putting off going to the dentist. These things majorly stress me out.

So, at the store, I inform my aunt that I have had a very rough week and need her to stick close to me. Within about 2 minutes, she disappears. I was so pissed and stressed. But, I made it through without a panic attack. Thank god! Last time she did that to me, I did have a panic attack.

The cashier was telling us how pale I looked, that she felt horrible for me.. being I was coughing and obviously sick. About the paleness, my aunt is like, "Oh, she always looks that way." LOL Yes, I don't think you can tell if I am sick or not by how pale I look. I'm whiter than white.

If I wouldn't have been sick, I'd have a decision to make. My friend, who I call Swizz cuz he looks like Swizz Beatz, suggested that we get together for the primary purpose of having sex. We've hung out before, but only plutonically. Honestly, he's a little light-skinned for me. He is black, but like I said, he looks like Swizz Beatz (who is hispanic). We're not especially close friends, though we chat or talk on the phone a few times a week. Sweet guy, really. A karate black belt who is into teaching women to defend themselves, so he is really sympathetic to my issues. But, I don't know, I guess I would feel kinda strange having sex with a guy who is my friend. Do you ever get in that "friend" mentality where you just don't quite look at them as a romantic interest?

Oh, I'm not even sure if I told you guys that I called off my engagement. I guess some of you may have been totally confused by my sex dilemma. LOL Long story short, he and I had some serious communication problems that I could not see myself living with on a longterm basis.

I'm sorry to hear about both your cough and PTSD recurrence.
And I'm sure NyQuil would be a lot better than a few shots of whiskey or whatever.
I know you'll hang in there and pull through - we're pulling for you!

I've been on the other side of the platonic thing. My first love came out that way. Perhaps earlier in our relationship, if I'd been able to overcome my fears and inhibitions and let her know how special she was to me, but I couldn't. That relationship, my feelings, played a significant role in my subsequent life. Regrets about my/our past have returned to haunt me lately, even though things are going well between me and my wife. Maybe something to do with getting old - I don't know.

I guess its a disappointment that your engagement didn't work out, but it's certainly good that you found out in time.

Take care! :rose:
 
If you have sex with a platonic friend things will never be the same again but they probably won't now anyway .... now that he's asked you to and you turn him down. Catch22 situation
 
If you have sex with a platonic friend things will never be the same again but they probably won't now anyway .... now that he's asked you to and you turn him down. Catch22 situation

That's what she wrote - it would change everything - which it needed to in my mind and heart. Later she tried to console by saying its not fair, but that's life.
 
That's what she wrote - it would change everything - which it needed to in my mind and heart. Later she tried to console by saying its not fair, but that's life.

Very complicated if it works out all well and good but usually turns out one cares more than the other and then troubles arise. Mind you I am a right one to talk Ron and I started as an affair neither us intended to full in love!
 
most important!

Very complicated if it works out all well and good but usually turns out one cares more than the other and then troubles arise. Mind you I am a right one to talk Ron and I started as an affair neither us intended to full in love!

understanding sisterhood!
man is a kind of self shelf!
 
A belated Welcome Home to Annie... and thanks for the public smooch.

Get Well Hugs to Sheila... you know, partnership and marriage and all that has its perks for sure, but it's you know... if they ever came up with a way to exist in two dimensions at once, like in one I'm an attached fella and in the other I'm a lifelong freewheeling bachelor... and you could be fully functional in both but switch back and forth between awareness... yeah I'd sign up for that pronto.

greetings to the blues and the wild ones and thanks to the glittery panda for the generous feel good flattery dollops...


And hey, I ain't gonna be shy in making this public confession: about seventeen times a year I end up taking this place greatly for granted. But all it takes is a couple days looking around out there, maybe sign up for a free site or two, and try to figure out how to do stuff like upload audio (if they allow it without an upgrade), and realize that little hand's made many a revolution and the sun's risen and set a couple times, and there's been no real progress, then try to back away, clear the cobwebs, think of maybe trying to write something poetic or even halfassed clever, but all that stress on whatever sections of the brain did a number and it's like you might as well be on the first lesson of a foreign language course. then you realize how friendly the set up is here for people who aren't really computer people. Even if you're a side dish type...
 
understanding sisterhood!
man is a kind of self shelf!

How very true!

A belated Welcome Home to Annie... and thanks for the public smooch.

Get Well Hugs to Sheila... you know, partnership and marriage and all that has its perks for sure, but it's you know... if they ever came up with a way to exist in two dimensions at once, like in one I'm an attached fella and in the other I'm a lifelong freewheeling bachelor... and you could be fully functional in both but switch back and forth between awareness... yeah I'd sign up for that pronto.

greetings to the blues and the wild ones and thanks to the glittery panda for the generous feel good flattery dollops...


And hey, I ain't gonna be shy in making this public confession: about seventeen times a year I end up taking this place greatly for granted. But all it takes is a couple days looking around out there, maybe sign up for a free site or two, and try to figure out how to do stuff like upload audio (if they allow it without an upgrade), and realize that little hand's made many a revolution and the sun's risen and set a couple times, and there's been no real progress, then try to back away, clear the cobwebs, think of maybe trying to write something poetic or even halfassed clever, but all that stress on whatever sections of the brain did a number and it's like you might as well be on the first lesson of a foreign language course. then you realize how friendly the set up is here for people who aren't really computer people. Even if you're a side dish type...

Thankyou sweetness if you wasn't so young I'd be your side dish any day!
 
Young?
What's young?
If I go by the calendar
that reminds me the half century mark
is but a couple new calendars away?

On the other hand it is true
I still don't know what I want to be
when I grow up
because I never did grow up and
I don't really want to grow up so
if I never grow up I will always be
naive? Sophomoric? Juvenile?
Hope so.

Young, old, in-between:
we appreciate you just the way you are.
Glad to see you back on the thread!
 
Young, old, in-between:
we appreciate you just the way you are.
Glad to see you back on the thread!

Yeah yeah, I know what's really going on:
The Great Conspiratorial Poetic Cartel Scheme.
Imprisoned to serve Mistress Poetry
(or sometimes her assistant Prosetry).
Yeah yeah, I know what's going on.
 
A metaphor chain fastened to the right ankle tugged gently but insistently usually in moments of lack of concentration until ....... whoops here you are again
 
first idea included an ankle*

need to do daily act-on-instinct exercises

starting tomorrow


*no left-right specification
 
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first idea included an ankle*

need to do daily act-on-instinct exercises

starting tomorrow


*no left-right specification

lol @ your editing reason!

Would you think me odd if I said that living with and loving an older man is like living with a time bomb? One where you constantly live with barely supressed panic inside?
 
Would you believe it if I told you I recently played with a time bomb metaphor too?
Part of something I'm working on.

You don't know if you're going to get first thought instinct or...?
 
Cold sea water is the best way... to neutralize poetry; that is, if you’ve taken poetry into your system over the course of time; if you’ve had an affair, swallowed poetry fluids.

Run as fast as you can, like you just set off a ticking time bomb, or dropped a depth charge into a Highland Park swimming pool. You want to stick around, but you can’t, so you just run as fast as you can. If you can get far away enough fast enough, by the time the poetry regains consciousness, reforms itself... which it will do, reform itself and regain consciousness; you can be sure it’ll come looking. So you want to run as far away as you can as fast as you can get there.



*that's the unfinished gist
it's about a guy who tries to kick an addiction to poetry
 
Cold sea water is the best way... to neutralize poetry; that is, if you’ve taken poetry into your system over the course of time; if you’ve had an affair, swallowed poetry fluids.

Run as fast as you can, like you just set off a ticking time bomb, or dropped a depth charge into a Highland Park swimming pool. You want to stick around, but you can’t, so you just run as fast as you can. If you can get far away enough fast enough, by the time the poetry regains consciousness, reforms itself... which it will do, reform itself and regain consciousness; you can be sure it’ll come looking. So you want to run as far away as you can as fast as you can get there.



*that's the unfinished gist
it's about a guy who tries to kick an addiction to poetry

Hey that's clever I approve
 
Get Well Hugs to Sheila... you know, partnership and marriage and all that has its perks for sure, but it's you know... if they ever came up with a way to exist in two dimensions at once, like in one I'm an attached fella and in the other I'm a lifelong freewheeling bachelor... and you could be fully functional in both but switch back and forth between awareness... yeah I'd sign up for that pronto.

ty, and yeah, you and me both.
 
If you have sex with a platonic friend things will never be the same again but they probably won't now anyway .... now that he's asked you to and you turn him down. Catch22 situation

Well, since I am sick, I didn't need to actually turn him down per se.. only use the very legitimate excuse that I am coughing up a lung.

Even so, he and I are not close enough friends that I think a rejection will hurt our friendship. It's just that once I tend to label someone as a friend, that's what they are and forever shall be. Like an ex.. after I break up with someone, they are an "ex" to me. I don't fool around with ex's cuz I don't see them the same way. I guess I have kinda a rigid perception of people in this regard.
 
ty, and yeah, you and me both.

Some cosmologists postulate parallel universes.
In one we turn this way, in the other that way.
You toss a coin - in one its heads, the other tails.
Of course, they seem to be completely disjoint - you get to experience one or the other.
Far worse, in most of them neither you nor I exist.
 
Cold sea water is the best way... to neutralize poetry; that is, if you’ve taken poetry into your system over the course of time; if you’ve had an affair, swallowed poetry fluids.

Run as fast as you can, like you just set off a ticking time bomb, or dropped a depth charge into a Highland Park swimming pool. You want to stick around, but you can’t, so you just run as fast as you can. If you can get far away enough fast enough, by the time the poetry regains consciousness, reforms itself... which it will do, reform itself and regain consciousness; you can be sure it’ll come looking. So you want to run as far away as you can as fast as you can get there.



*that's the unfinished gist
it's about a guy who tries to kick an addiction to poetry

Doesn't sound like writing a poem would be the answer:)
 
we are

a book...
be poems
or such...
we all have a tale ...
and our journey
is written
journal bound....
 
a book...
be poems
or such...
we all have a tale ...
and our journey
is written
journal bound....

yes... might have a paragraph along those lines. Or if not one must and shall be made. Will go looking directly.

:rose:
 
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