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At least you not into the farming apps unlike quite a few people from here ...... naming no names :D

I can't say they haven't tempted. But I know if I go down one of those roads... good night Irene.

It was really good to get back in touch with people I've known and have fondest feelings and great respect for, but hadn't seen in several years. And with the exception of a few special few (naming no names :D) I had little intention of expanding friendships beyond those I've actually known in person. We've clinked bottles and glasses and shared special cigarettes; when they reported somebody dying, I likely knew who they were; when I reported I had to put my dog to sleep, well, some of them knew my dog. So on and son. On that humble friend list there's souls I owe my life to, literally; I'm quite certain I wouldn't be walking and breathing and typing this now if not for them. I consider them family. I certainly feel closer and deeper affections than I do for the majority of my real family.

However...
 
That's the key there - what one should do vs what one actually does.
As a one-time practicing alcoholic I can identify quite strongly with that metaphor. I usually wasn't in the bar all day, but frequently all night. Had to work at telling myself need to leave - advice to myself too frequently ignored.
That's the key nature of addiction, and I wasn't able to recover until I quit completely.
I've gone to extremes like that in other areas at times, for example doing nothing but playing games.

...I thought that being back in touch with friends from long ago would help fuel my humble excursions into the world of written words. But it turned out to be the opposite (nothing new there, me doing opposites). I got so used to expressing thoughts in that environment, there can be no coincidence that the actual writing of anything new and even halfway worthwhile tapered off in sync with that. And at first there was a strong desire to go and rekindle those friendships; but over time the impetus to make real plans and take concrete steps to really going there and really being there weakened too, like the social networking thing so successfully mimicked the real that it replaced actual social contact. But it's really more like displacement instead of replacement. I know the solution is to retrain the mind to write write write. But that's easier said than done because the mind got so habituated to putting everything out on fb instead of holding off, setting aside, working into and on tales and poems.
 
Don't want to seethe though want to be one of those cool calm posters that can shrug and say don't take it personally, dont let them see you are upset only makes them attack you more. But I'm not tough skinned Tim don't suppose I will ever be ..... I'm insecure, these Anons know they can hurt me and take joy in doing just that. What sort of person takes joy in hurting for hurts sake?
 
Don't want to seethe though want to be one of those cool calm posters that can shrug and say don't take it personally, dont let them see you are upset only makes them attack you more. But I'm not tough skinned Tim don't suppose I will ever be ..... I'm insecure, these Anons know they can hurt me and take joy in doing just that. What sort of person takes joy in hurting for hurts sake?

Wish I could give you some answers. I don't know. :(
 
Of course I'd rather be a bad writer-poet among good friends than to sacrifice friendship for the sake of becoming a good writer-poet. But I'm wondering if social networking doesn't mimic friendship nurturance. Don't know. Maybe it's different for everyone.
 
thinkin chippy's mini-challenge might be the ticket
i'll look forward to reading your creation :)

Don't want to seethe though want to be one of those cool calm posters that can shrug and say don't take it personally, dont let them see you are upset only makes them attack you more. But I'm not tough skinned Tim don't suppose I will ever be ..... I'm insecure, these Anons know they can hurt me and take joy in doing just that. What sort of person takes joy in hurting for hurts sake?
even publicly acknowledging their affect on you, annie, feeds them. the trolls grow bloated on the pain of others. these are bottom-feeders. can't you hear them laughing? deal with this however works best for you, but if you do choose to do it here on the forums instead of privately by pm or e-mail, then you leave yourself open to further ridicule by them. and guess what, annie? the ridicule is ALL IN THEIR HEADS! they're inventing it. they are just text - don't allow them to become anything more than that. it gives them too much credit. :rose::rose::rose:
 
so I suppose the question is something like: is one really among friends on a social site? There's communication with friends. But is the contact real? Is there really a shared experience? Maybe so or maybe not. Don't know.

Chip: I was needing a project. That mini-challenge is perfect.
 
One thing I do know. Those who sell narcotics can become rich persons. The fb guy has become a really really rich person. I'm a poor guy and will likely always be a poor guy. Guess that's three things. Whatever they mean...?
 
so I suppose the question is something like: is one really among friends on a social site? There's communication with friends. But is the contact real? Is there really a shared experience? Maybe so or maybe not. Don't know.

Chip: I was needing a project. That mini-challenge is perfect.
it's as real as you, and whoever it is you interact with, allow it to be. just because it's 'virtual' doesn't mean it's automatically fake.

you can live with someone, be married, have kids, do stuff together, laugh, cry, and they can still make a whole relationship fake. like my 2nd husband. it was real to me - everything i felt and experienced was real - but not on his side. it was all manipulated and empty. my point being, you just can't know till you've been there and tried it. it's a risk. opening yourself up is always a risk. but what's the option? remain as closed as a rock, never revealing your inner striations, crystalline shades, your inner beauty?


i try to be of service ;)
 
One thing I do know. Those who sell narcotics can become rich persons. The fb guy has become a really really rich person. I'm a poor guy and will likely always be a poor guy. Guess that's three things. Whatever they mean...?

an impoverishment of personality is a far worse situation, imo.
 
it's as real as you, and whoever it is you interact with, allow it to be. just because it's 'virtual' doesn't mean it's automatically fake.

you can live with someone, be married, have kids, do stuff together, laugh, cry, and they can still make a whole relationship fake. like my 2nd husband. it was real to me - everything i felt and experienced was real - but not on his side. it was all manipulated and empty. my point being, you just can't know till you've been there and tried it. it's a risk. opening yourself up is always a risk. but what's the option? remain as closed as a rock, never revealing your inner striations, crystalline shades, your inner beauty?


i try to be of service ;)

Your words threaten a stoic's eyes to get a little blurry (and you're not the first person to express such a sentiment; you're somewhere in the umpteenth range). :rose:

But it is something that's always fascinated. What's real, what's not really real? Who cares? Does it matter? Sometimes reality is overrated. Sometimes reality sucks. The old question about how do we know our dream life isn't the real one and what we think is real is the real illusion?

And so on goes that can of wormy wonderings?:D
 
i'll look forward to reading your creation :)

even publicly acknowledging their affect on you, annie, feeds them. the trolls grow bloated on the pain of others. these are bottom-feeders. can't you hear them laughing? deal with this however works best for you, but if you do choose to do it here on the forums instead of privately by pm or e-mail, then you leave yourself open to further ridicule by them. and guess what, annie? the ridicule is ALL IN THEIR HEADS! they're inventing it. they are just text - don't allow them to become anything more than that. it gives them too much credit. :rose::rose::rose:

Oh I'll fight back if need be and I won't pull my punches but Tim has always been here for me even when others let me down, he passes out the blankies and lets me re-adjust my spine :)
 
Oh I'll fight back if need be and I won't pull my punches but Tim has always been here for me even when others let me down, he passes out the blankies and lets me re-adjust my spine :)

in that case, my dear, i will leave you to your snuggles :rose:
 
i'll look forward to reading your creation :)

Looks like it's gonna be awhile (got sidetracked - again). I'll not deny the work I've read there more than somewhat intimidates - I just can't work that fast.

But I saw where you said you pick words out of books. I like to do that with the dictionary. It's great starter fuel or spark, randomly pick a word and spend the day thinking on it. Something to build on. And even if nothing gets built it's still something for the mind to muse on. Gets me all tingly.
 
March Madness

That time of year over here in USA. NCAA basketball tournament (both men and woman's).
Sort of keep an eye on it, especially where my school's are involved.
Illinois won today, but goes up against #1 Kansas next.
Houston didn't make it this year,
Texas has won, too. (my son's Alma Mater).

Got to noticing how strange the geography is.
Not only do schools play in another region (Connecticut is 'West'),
but so are the game locations, some games in Tucson are 'East', with Charlotte being 'West'!
 
*cozying up to the fire*

Waited until after vday to get a VERY SHORT haircut. As in all my hair is now very short (not that the cut was). I love it. It's spiky and punky. Yet, I am a little nervous about anyone else seeing it! Silly, right? I feel like I felt in 6th grade when my aunt gave me a Dorothy Hamill haircut, but more happy and less traumatized.
 
*cozying up to the fire*

Waited until after vday to get a VERY SHORT haircut. As in all my hair is now very short (not that the cut was). I love it. It's spiky and punky. Yet, I am a little nervous about anyone else seeing it! Silly, right? I feel like I felt in 6th grade when my aunt gave me a Dorothy Hamill haircut, but more happy and less traumatized.

trauma: bad
happy: good

nervous: variable

Punky Pandy or Punky D

Hey a go-getter spinner of weird yarns would get a lot of mileage out of that thar collection of sentences, and no dearth of optional sidestreets where one could step into a cafe that serves up strong doses of depravity. The Day My Barber Lost His Glasses.
 
I suppose I stayed away too long ..... was hoping that maybe somebody had remembered my birthday but there's a first time for everything I guess
 
hey doll,
peoples just get busy. Forget, and don't see.
By golly if you're ever in big B...

tried to insert an image but I didn't get it right.
 
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