I have been long time like in love with the most amazingly broken and kindhearted person I've met before. Her and I were literally cut from the same but op piste gender cloth. I have so long now wanted to make the most well interesting love to and with her. We were never able to establish actual working lines of communication. She has on more than one occasion put it out there that she was very sexually interested. I was overwhelmed and aroused. She was most likely able to see this. Now she and I are so lost from one another I sometimes think man I wish I had of taken that shot. Then I realize how wrong it would be to take advantage of a woman who despite her claims has never actually had sex before. Yup an actual virgin, so now I wish only that I could beat half to death the piece of shit that did do this to her. I believe this has left her with an overwhelming sense of regret and guilt to a man she actually loved deeply. It's not her fault, she not blameless but has no guilt to carry. I only care that she cares and it hurts her. Now I feel shame because I want no one else and I use her to full fill my overly starved sexual needs. Mirror mirror again baby. We are so connected we are literally suffering the same pain. in very different looking ways. Come on you are so strong, I will never judge the heart I love I promise. I miss my lover(to come hopefully) I miss my friend and I need this person more now than ever. I am giving the space you need. I just can not wait to see you even moving towards happy again. Ilu sweetheart
I think I know why some people in Vancouver are so Wacky.
Its the Lead and the Arsenic in our drinking water.
Dam I've only been here 3 years and it's already starting to affect me :)
Stop sucking on the lead pipes.
I have a friend. She is very pretty, but she can’t understand why despite her looks, she is unable to find a guy that treats her right. The answer to her riddle is painfully obvious to me, but impossible to figure out for her. It all lies in her inability to DEMONSTRATE her own self-worth to those around her. Notice how I use the word DEMONSTRATE instead of verbally communicate. The reason for this, is that ultimately, saying to people that they must treat you right, means nothing if your own behavior towards them suggests there is absolutely no need for them to do so. For example, she engages in sex with these men surprisingly soon after she meets them, and then pulls her hair out because she can’t figure out why they soon lose interest, and why they make no effort. She has some deluded perception that showing more of her body when she dresses somehow makes her sexier, when in reality, this behavior screams insecurities and low self-esteem. She constantly, and openly takes pictures of herself in reveling underwear and sexual positions, and then puts them up on social media for the world to see.
I just wish that I could make her understand that there is NOTHING sexier than a clever mind, but I just don’t think she perceives herself as being able to offer to a potential partner more than just her body parts. Of course, looks are important, and I agree 100% with the fact that she should doll herself up and dress nicely, but there NEEDS to be more about her than just her boobs for her to find the type of man she expects. We are both around the same age (late 20’s), and I’m a guy, so I don’t think I’m the best person to tell her all of this. She is not particularly receptive to feedback, and this is definitely a touchy subject. I also don’t think it is even my place to do so, considering she has never invited my opinion on the matter. I care about her, but I guess for now I will continue to just watch her from the sidelines, and hope she wakes up one day and puts some actual clothes on!
This thing has helped me get over a big hill o' pain. Now all that's left is to tumble into the valley of no return
this boring ass, useless forum.
Imporant things get pasted by everyday.
Fluff is posted.
You have a fluffy, puffy, ragamuffin
crew manning the post down there.
I grow bored of u.
Plus Im leaving soon.
Wont have time to share anymore.
Dont cry.. Lol
Some other sucker is always waiting in the wings to take my place, Im sure.
Seems you people like control too.
My apartment after a long day. Rain outside and an open window. Something baking in the oven I made. A fresh salad you assembled. Two glasses, different drinks. Some podcast we manage to agree on. You taking sarcastic shots at someone of inferior politics/intelligence/taste on your feed. Me reading a book, making agreeable noises. Those looks across the couch. Dinner ready, meal eaten, drinks drunk, cat fed. We go to bed. Looks become breaths. Below us, an unquiet city. Between us, contentment.
I'm thinking about buying an expensive sports car, but I can't pull the trigger.
I'm now in my mid 50`s. I worked pretty hard at a physical job my whole life and over the years I've managed to pursue my passion, and have owned many nice sports cars. Currently I'm driving a high end Porsche convertible. And its awesome. But the other day, I drove a Ferrari convertible for the first time, and I fell in love.
But the thing is, it would cost me around $80,000 to upgrade.
I'm not sure why this is, but I feel kind of guilty, and kind of irresponsible about wanting to upgrade this time. I never had that feeling before, and I guess its because of the new unchartered price level. I have the cash on hand, and the house is paid (that's what happens when you decide not to have kids) and I'm still working full-time making good money.
My wife has no problem with it.
So how come I haven't pulled the trigger yet?
Have I finally reached an age where I'm thinking I should be more responsible about retirement savings? But I'm still going to be working for quite a number of years yet making good money...
Or have I just reached a certain price point where I feel it getting obscene? I'm not a flashy guy by any means. I wear very regular clothes. No designer labels or anything like that. But I'm a car nut, and Ferrari and Lamborghini posters adorned the wall of my childhood room
Should I just tell myself, you only live once and go for it? What's holding me back? Maybe I feel the car is going to be too flashy for me?
I wonder what my neighbours are going to think of me?
Is it guilt?
I find that writing my thoughts down helps me figure things out. And who knows, maybe an insightful comment or two will also help...
I learned that there are 5 different ways that people best express and receive love. Words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, quality time, and touch. When I thought about the workplace I realized that most of these are acceptable. Except for touch. Even thinking about it causes me to feel uncomfortable like I’ve done something wrong. Shaking hands is okay, but touch is taboo unless in specific professions. It’s a touchy thing and risky - heh. Now I feel afraid to touch anyone. In the past I’ve met dates where the person seems like a tactile communicator, which is so lovely at first. Then it turns out there’s been a miscommunication and that reassuring squeeze on the shoulder or gentle tap on the elbow to interject a thought into the conversation was interpreted as - let’s get more intimate. Whoa whoa whoa! I thought we were just talking here. Maybe I’m touch illiterate, we each have different touch languages or touch doesn’t belong at work after all.
Reading all the confessions here has made me come to the realization that I'm smarter, and wiser than the rest of you.
Stealing always have any ideas. I know a job, funny though I'm unlikely to have any idea where to look. I need money because my path is much clearer and I have a real directions. Money is not my strong suit its never really mattered until now.