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[Cthulhu1138]

You have a beautiful smile and a hawt bod!!

Thank you very much Lara Antipova!

Your avatar reminds of that wonderful book and iconic film, but I like your profile pic best of all

 

[Cthulhu1138]

The wretched sound of silence


A friend on here asked me recently if I am is descriptive in person as I am on the boards. I told them that I am to a fault. I very often give people more information than they want but the information that I think they need.

I think a big part of that comes from feeling stifled when I was a boy. I learned very early on to sharpen my conversational talons to be ready for the world.

I could put together models and I could build a stool with hand tools but I could not kick or catch a globe to save my life. I was not popular and felt isolated as a boy. Books and my words or what I had to escape my world and express myself.

My father was ridiculously vague and almost always refused to use nouns so every story and every sentence he ever said seemed like it was a play starting in the middle of things that had to be worked backwards to understand.

My mother would tell me to ' go get me the thing.'. I would have to tease out of her the fact that the thing was her purse. The answer to where it was was 'in the dining room.' Yes, her purse was in the dining room, next to the table, under a newspaper, in a box.

I would ask her questions like 'if you want me to fill your car up with gas where are your car keys?'
She would stare slack-jawed at the television screen until I asked a second or third time. Then she would erupt with indignation and say I already told you twice that I don't know. To this day I don't know what kind of wonky situation exists in her head that she thought she said something to me.

I often try to make the case that silence is not a response. The harsh truth is that silence is a response--it is the worst response possible. It is a response you give someone when what you really want to say is "I don't even care enough to say 'no'"


Because of that I have always overcompensating with detail and overcompensating by saying things that perhaps didn't need to be said. But I would rather be castigated in for saying something someone didn't like and for having a silence fester in the distance between us.

I say what I think and how I feel because I would prefer to be judged or hated for speaking mind than wallow in uncertainty

 

[Cthulhu1138]

The hatchet


Sometimes a boy just wants a tool to help him feel like he isn't powerless in the world.

Sometimes it feels comforting to have a blade as sharp as a razor for the times when words don't work

 

[SassySheDevil]

A friend on here asked me recently if I am is descriptive in person as I am on the boards. I told them that I am to a fault. I very often give people more information than they want but the information that I think they need.

I think a big part of that comes from feeling stifled when I was a boy. I learned very early on to sharpen my conversational talons to be ready for the world.

I could put together models and I could build a stool with hand tools but I could not kick or catch a globe to save my life. I was not popular and felt isolated as a boy. Books and my words or what I had to escape my world and express myself.

My father was ridiculously vague and almost always refused to use nouns so every story and every sentence he ever said seemed like it was a play starting in the middle of things that had to be worked backwards to understand.

My mother would tell me to ' go get me the thing.'. I would have to tease out of her the fact that the thing was her purse. The answer to where it was was 'in the dining room.' Yes, her purse was in the dining room, next to the table, under a newspaper, in a box.

I would ask her questions like 'if you want me to fill your car up with gas where are your car keys?'
She would stare slack-jawed at the television screen until I asked a second or third time. Then she would erupt with indignation and say I already told you twice that I don't know. To this day I don't know what kind of wonky situation exists in her head that she thought she said something to me.

I often try to make the case that silence is not a response. The harsh truth is that silence is a response--it is the worst response possible. It is a response you give someone when what you really want to say is "I don't even care enough to say 'no'"


Because of that I have always overcompensating with detail and overcompensating by saying things that perhaps didn't need to be said. But I would rather be castigated in for saying something someone didn't like and for having a silence fester in the distance between us.

I say what I think and how I feel because I would prefer to be judged or hated for speaking mind than wallow in uncertainty

Sometimes a boy just wants a tool to help him feel like he isn't powerless in the world.

Sometimes it feels comforting to have a blade as sharp as a razor for the times when words don't work

If this were anyone else, I might be scared of that last picture. As for the first. Never silence yourself.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

Sometimes a boy just wants a tool to help him feel like he isn't powerless in the world.

Sometimes it feels comforting to have a blade as sharp as a razor for the times when words don't work

Sometimes the best tool you can have is your voice! Don't ever silence yourself. I love hearing your thoughts and ramblings.

 

[vanmyers86]

Books and words were an escape for a lot of lonely kids. That's probably one reason I became a writer.

Words can be a lot sharper than any axe.

You have a lot of friends here, sir. Keep the faith!

Van

 

[Cthulhu1138]

If this were anyone else, I might be scared of that last picture. As for the first. Never silence yourself.

It is a perfectly cromulent toy for an adventurous boy

Sometimes the best tool you can have is your voice! Don't ever silence yourself. I love hearing your thoughts and ramblings.

Thank you so much for your words of encouragement!

Am glad that y'all are willing to put up with my rambling thoughts, even when they turn a bit dark.

Books and words were an escape for a lot of lonely kids. That's probably one reason I became a writer.

Words can be a lot sharper than any axe.

You have a lot of friends here, sir. Keep the faith!

Van

It is nice to have friends and know that I have support!

Thank you


I did not have the happiest of days this week. I appreciate all of you for your support and kind words.

I promise that anything I post tomorrow will have warmth and light.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

As promised

More sun, more smile

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

As promised

More so, more smile

Very kissable lips....

 

[talikat]

As promised

More so, more smile

Great smile, thank you!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Thank you very much, kind ladies of Lit

Trying to capture 'blowing a kiss' is hard

I need an artistic director or a camerawoman

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

Thank you very much, kind ladies of Lit

Trying to capture 'blowing a kiss' is hard

I need an artistic director or a camerawoman

Oh fuck....you did Wonderful!!! Your first picture is amazing.
I'd be happy to be your camerawoman!!!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Oh fuck....you did Wonderful!!! Your first picture is amazing.
I'd be happy to be your camerawoman!!!

Glad that my photos turned out much better than I had hoped.

As far your new position under me, as the bard said 'get thee to Chicago!'

;-)

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Proper Channels


As evidenced by most recent posts and props (some people have a safety blanket I have a hatchet), I have not been the happiest camper.

Today I decided it would be a good idea to channel some frustration in to a positive action.

Pick things up. Put them down. Squat low, explode with power.

It takes time, it hurts, but it makes you stronger.

Have a good night and a great weekend

 

[AlliaPotestas]

Sometimes a boy just wants a tool to help him feel like he isn't powerless in the world.

Sometimes it feels comforting to have a blade as sharp as a razor for the times when words don't work

Catching up here... provocative pics - I like provocative...

None of us are as powerless as we sometimes feel - we can all steer our own ships,

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Catching up here... provocative pics - I like provocative...

None of us are as powerless as we sometimes feel - we can all steer our own ships,

Thank you
Kudos for the use of the nautical metaphor!

Sometimes, however, we lose our rudder or the charts don't warn of the dangerous rocks that lie on our course

There will be smooth sailing again soon enough.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

As evidenced by most recent posts and props (some people have a safety blanket I have a hatchet), I have not been the happiest camper.

Today I decided it would be a good idea to channel some frustration in to a positive action.

Pick things up. Put them down. Squat low, explode with power.

It takes time, it hurts, but it makes you stronger.

Have a good night and a great weekend

Will have a great weekend after seeing that!

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

Thank you
Kudos for the use of the nautical metaphor!

Sometimes, however, we lose our rudder or the charts don't warn of the dangerous rocks that lie on our course

There will be smooth sailing again soon enough.

Breathtaking photo!

 

[talikat]

Thank you very much, kind ladies of Lit

Trying to capture 'blowing a kiss' is hard

I need an artistic director or a camerawoman

Sexy stubble and you did great!

As evidenced by most recent posts and props (some people have a safety blanket I have a hatchet), I have not been the happiest camper.

Today I decided it would be a good idea to channel some frustration in to a positive action.

Pick things up. Put them down. Squat low, explode with power.

It takes time, it hurts, but it makes you stronger.

Have a good night and a great weekend

Good for you, find your power. We all have it whether we know it or not. Kick it's ass I say!! Love the photo!

Thank you
Kudos for the use of the nautical metaphor!

Sometimes, however, we lose our rudder or the charts don't warn of the dangerous rocks that lie on our course

There will be smooth sailing again soon enough.

Gorgeous!!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Will have a great weekend after seeing that!

Sexy stubble and you did great!

Good for you, find your power. We all have it whether we know it or not. Kick it's ass I say!! Love the photo!


Gorgeous!!

Thank you both so very much!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

A fuel that warms you twice

As a young man, I cannot recall the day my parents started fighting every day.

But at some point, it happened.

Every day a snide comment or a hurtful sigh at best. Shouting and slamming doors and objects thrown at worst.

Get in the middle of it and have your own sanity questioned and have the nature of language altered. Denial and dismissal. It was compelling that the only time my mother showed a decent vocabulary was when she stretched to find euphemisms for 'fighting'

As a boy I found an outlet by leaving the screams behind and standing in the backyard with a hickory handle in my hand, swinging a chunk of steel in to hard, sometimes frozen wood.

We ended up with lots of firewood, I got strong arms, and I learned how to sharpen a blade. I would the spend long nights tending a fire I made myself, imagining a warm hearth in a home full of love.

My parents still argue to this day, but I no longer have to hear it.

Forgive the dark thoughts late on a Sunday. Just thought y'all might want to know why I enjoy working with wood and keep a sharp blade by my bedside.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

That flannel shirt looks nice and warm...but I think it would look better on the floor! Just my thought.

 

[SassySheDevil]

As a young man, I cannot recall the day my parents started fighting every day.

But at some point, it happened.

Every day a snide comment or a hurtful sigh at best. Shouting and slamming doors and objects thrown at worst.

Get in the middle of it and have your own sanity questioned and have the nature of language altered. Denial and dismissal. It was compelling that the only time my mother showed a decent vocabulary was when she stretched to find euphemisms for 'fighting'

As a boy I found an outlet by leaving the screams behind and standing in the backyard with a hickory handle in my hand, swinging a chunk of steel in to hard, sometimes frozen wood.

We ended up with lots of firewood, I got strong arms, and I learned how to sharpen a blade. I would the spend long nights tending a fire I made myself, imagining a warm hearth in a home full of love.

My parents still argue to this day, but I no longer have to hear it.

Forgive the dark thoughts late on a Sunday. Just thought y'all might want to know why I enjoy working with wood and keep a sharp blade by my bedside.

watch out for splinters! Makes me wish I still had a wood stove

 

[Cthulhu1138]

That flannel shirt looks nice and warm...but I think it would look better on the floor! Just my thought.

I don't think that I've heard that cheesy line in this century, and certainly never directed at myself!
Thanks for the walk down memory lane and the ego boost

;-)

watch out for splinters! Makes me wish I still had a wood stove

I like to think that we could find a way to keep warm, wood stove or not

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Not much of a story tonight.

Getting back in to the rhythm of work and hoping that I can keep up the balance I have now of being fit and being on at work so much.