The pandemic has forced people to stay apart. Not gather. So like everyone else, I went online. Been doing it for 18 months now. And I’m sick of it. I have logged out of The Apps. Don’t care about the Likes. Don’t get anything out of looking at people’s uploads anymore. I’ve spent more time in the forest, by the water, cooking, at the farms. Sunrises and sunsets give me bliss amd peace. Crickets chirping in the night. While I feel uncertain about what the fall and winter may bring, I will do my best to not hold my phone through another round of the pandemic. It was a good crutch but it has been ultimately unsatisfying.
I pray that one day I have a person in my life who lifts me up and helps me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. I am (sometimes) capable of being my own cheerleader but when I hear about couples, friends, and family members who have that kind of pure, unadulterated support for each other — no seeds of doubt planted, no jealousy, no naysaying, no secret sabotage — I feel kinda wistful for what could have been if someone close to me had extended that encouragement to help me believe in myself. Of course if I find this kind of support one day I would want to send the same uplifting vibes right back at this person or people to help propel them to their goals. If you’re reading this and what I say lands with you, please consider listening with an open heart when people share their dreams with you and sending them encouragement through both your words and your energy. Thank you for reading and take good care of yourselves this fall.
My wife and I met up today in a secluded spot and had sex in the back seat of my car. It was hot as hell. I felt like a teenager again!!
I have always been sad during the dog days of August. Everything closes, everyone goes on vacation and that is when I am loneliest. A few years ago I found school. Septembers became my favourite month. The month the world rebirths. This year, school is fractured and even with courses going forward, most schools are still more concerned with social political issues than student services. That's life. Life isn't always easy. My resolution this year is to enjoy September and October like I never have before. As it gets colder and darker I am going to be well prepared. With hot chocolate every morning, slippers, blankets, rain gear, etc. With the cold comes a knocking, I am going to face it head on. There are worse things in life as I have found and this fall I am looking forward to more than any in recent memory.
i feel so lonely, alone, isolated, stuck, trapped, empty, lost, unconnected, detached from this awfully painful world of suffering :( i hope that the Rapture is true because i am so looking forward to leaving this hellish world for heaven. It is hard for me to keep myself going, but i have no choice but to keep myself going. Whence we are born into this world, we are trapped to live in it until our day to leave it through death or Rapture. Thus, i call being born into this world a 'life sentence', because we have no choice but to live our lives as best as we are able, rich or poor, disabled or abled, depressed or happy, ... no matter our circumstances. if you can relate to this, please post a comment. God Bless you
I confess that I’m feeling sorry for a guy who’s been a victim of his good looks. I’ve known him since high school. He was typically handsome and tall and strong, all of the stuff that appeals to lots of women. He wasn’t smart in school, but he had personality and learned how to get by based on that and his charm. But as he’s aged I’ve noticed that he seems sadder. He had so many women fall for him that he never thought he’d really need to “settle” for just one. He seemed to gravitate to older women or at least ones who had enough money that he could hang out with them at their place on their dime and be comfortable. Lots of them paid for trips for him, gave him keys to their place, gave him expensive gifts, etc. Once I joked with him that he was just a gigolo (like the song) and he looked at me like he’d been caught in the act. Shocked and guilty at the same time. So now he’s old and alone. His looks faded and he didn’t have much else to rely on because he never really developed anything else. I truly feel like he’s been a victim in many ways, just like many beautiful women have been used solely for their looks. I wonder how his life might have turned out differently if he hadn’t been born with those looks. Would he have developed the ability to truly connect with another person? Would he have learned how to do things for himself instead of depending on others to do basic life-skill stuff for him? I’m a pretty average looking guy but I’m in a supportive long-term relationship. I’ve got kids and a family. He spends almost all of his time with his aged parent, or desperately trying to find another woman to support him. It’s sad to watch but at the same time I confess that I also feel like saying “I told you so!” to him.
Been back at the office for two weeks now after having been laid off for so long. Generally, I get along very well with everyone. I’d say it’s a pretty cohesive environment. There’s a few who aren’t as friendly as the rest but that’s at the back of my mind. When I was younger, I had a hard time coping with stuff like this at work. Things were difficult but now I feel a lot more better and much wiser when it comes to dealing with people at work. I’m not here to become anyone’s best friend or score brownie points. I’m here to just do my job, get paid and clock out at the end of my shift. I think if you can walk into work without worrying about other people, then you will become very successful. Just my two cents.
I'm tired of my dull life! I want to be wild! I want to stay up late, smoke cigarettes, have a kid and work precariously on a contract basis!
I don't drink. I can drink but I really don't like drunks. Most that drink, drink too much and then they start believing their own bullshit. Drunks usually reveal their true motivations, sometimes you find out in a night, sometimes it takes years. I knew a guy for a long time, he was the inspiration for me not wanting to drink. His drinking became a round the clock thing awhile ago so now there is no time if day I want to be around him. Last time I saw him he definitely slipped something into my drink when I was in the can. After tasting the additive I immediately told him I was tired and was going to walk home. He insisted that I finish the drink. I didn't and split for good.
Drunks... They're the worst.
the "I Saw You" and "Missed Connections" posts hoping someone noticed me.