For a long time I’ve been certain that my parent isn’t as wonderful as everyone else is convinced they are. They’re very, very manipulative and passive aggressive. But the rest of the family always assumed that I just had a problem with them and was judging them too harshly. I just have this ability to see people for who they really are, in spite of what they think they’re showing to the rest of us. But now they’re really old and their behaviour has finally become obvious to everyone because it’s gotten so bad. They’re totally self-absorbed, they lie, they throw tantrums when they don’t get what they want, and they have to be the centre of attention all the time. It’s become a huge problem and is causing no end of grief for the whole family. I get no satisfaction from being right, other than feeling a little bit validated, but I’d much rather have been wrong. They say that people with this type of temperament just get worse with age, and that’s definitely true in my parent’s case.
Unfortunately, things can get better over time and life will improve. It keeps you motivated. Ugh. I just want to give up and become fat.
But I know more than a couple people claiming to have Covid to get off work. It’s a good idea. Maybe I should try.
I don’t know if I’m different, or if this happens to other people, but I find that with me, it takes someone REALLY special to sweep me enough off my feet, sufficiently so that I’d want to give up my freedom (which I quite enjoy), not because it gives me the liberty to sleep around, or date multiple people – which I do not do, but rather because I enjoy being on my own, making my own decisions, and generally being independent without having to consultant my plans with others.
In my entire life, I’ve only met 3 people whom I liked enough to actually want to be committed to them in a relationship. None of them worked out in the end, but the last one was special. It ended as inexplicably as it began, as it appears we had very little in common other than an unimaginable physical and sexual attraction towards each other. Although it took me several years to get over this person, I think this was the closest I’ve ever come to loving someone. Simply knowing that I was going to see them that day, would make me feel butterflies in my stomach, and just being around them would turn me into an insecure little schoolboy (which I am not).
We were definitely not meant to be with each other, as I would come to realize years later, but the excitement, attraction, fireworks and chemistry I felt within have been impossible to reignite by other interesting and attractive people I have met. Some years have passed since our ordeal ended, and I’m still wondering if I’m ever going to feel like that about anyone else, and If I’m ever going to find someone that makes me feel that or perhaps more.
I am an early 60’s male, long time happily married. I have had a spanking urge since my teens. There is no way in the world I would ever approach this at home! I would love a mature woman to strap my bare bum until it’s red. I used to misbehave on purpose when I was a teenager , because I’m my day bad behaviour got you the strap. How do I find someone who will satisfy my urge?
My late mother taught me never to discuss politics or religion in public/with strangers. However, she also encouraged me to form my own stance on things. That is all fine and dandy, but... over time, as I age, I am becoming less and less vocal, and less opinionated in the same breath. I would rather focus on the positive in life (because life is so damn short) rather than finding things to bitch about (aka. actively fight for/against). I suppose I am - at least partially - sick of rubbing people the wrong way or being shunned whenever I tell them what I truly think. I do not write it out either. I do not express anything beyond the weather, pretty much. Keeping my trap shut and playing the hear, see, speak no evil game, while in many ways seems too passive aggressive for some, works fine for me. For those who think I am a wimp in doing so, speak for yourselves.
If someone gives you a glimpse of their ugly side early in a relationship, be warned. It is a test. The worst is yet to come. I learnt this the hard way.
Miraculously, my sex drive has emerged from underground and has not been scared away by its own shadow. Fingers crossed for the possibility of some safe and fun friskiness by summer.
I have a confession to make. I just read the autobiography of the poet Milton Acorn and ended up writing a few little poems about him. As you fine readers may already know, Milton Acorn was one of the original founders of the Georgia Straight newspaper. Sadly, this fine newspaper does not publish poetry anymore. Milton Acorn was one odd duck.
I got a new job. And I’ve learned that while the job is ok, I don’t like my boss. Disorganized, rambling, uninspiring new boss. I’m too old to be led by someone like that. Maybe if I were younger, I’d put up with it. But I need a powerhouse to work for, not one that has daily excuses.