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I don't feel christmassy at all. My friend didn't want to bother with the whole decoration thing and the only card we have up is from someone who sent it to the previous tenants!

I feel a little blue. I miss my mum. Its the third xmas since my dad died and we always find it a bit difficult. I miss my Master....not physically I mean, so much as the feeling of properly being his and being close to him. Things are a bit off kilter there at the moment *soft smile*

and yesterday I discover that work, well hasn't worked out :rolleyes:

I feel like running. but not sure where to run to next. lol

I just needed to blurt........there, feel better now.
 
drunken post .. sorry

just screwed up possibly the best thing so far to be given by the gods.
wonderful fella, meets most of my criteria...
fucked it up by asking if we were exclusive or not.
I didn't think it was that fucking hard a question...
obviously he got scared off...

FUCK !!!

maybe he will answer a text I sent before I got too drunk

FUCK!!!

send me back to wednesday so I can not fuck it up...
 
What do you do when you can't get enough pain on the outside to overpower the pain on the inside...
 
If he got scared off by that simple a question, he can't be that wonderful a fella.
That's kinda my feeling.
maybe... but he is normally VERY shy & timid, quiet type.
borders on simple in most peoples evaluations until you get to know him better...
I just seem to fuck everything up.

~~Going to take Gracie's advice to nh23 & go cry cause it hurts~~
 
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maybe... but he is normally VERY shy & timid, quiet type.
borders on simple in most peoples evaluations until you get to know him better...
I just seem to fuck everything up.

~~Going to take Gracie's advice to nh23 & go cry cause it hurts~~

*hugs* Stegral,

Perhaps he is just slightly taken aback by the question and is figuring it out in his mind....rightly or wrongly. People deal with things differently eh. I know I am quite forthright sometimes to the point of pushiness where my M is much more measured and likes to consider things.

I hope if thats the case he figures it out and comes through for you :rose:
 
I don't feel christmassy at all. My friend didn't want to bother with the whole decoration thing and the only card we have up is from someone who sent it to the previous tenants!

I feel a little blue. I miss my mum. Its the third xmas since my dad died and we always find it a bit difficult. I miss my Master....not physically I mean, so much as the feeling of properly being his and being close to him. Things are a bit off kilter there at the moment *soft smile*

and yesterday I discover that work, well hasn't worked out :rolleyes:

I feel like running. but not sure where to run to next. lol

I just needed to blurt........there, feel better now.

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2095611727_2a3aa055c4_t.jpg Hope you are feeling better soon. I can empathise. I still have a problem feeling Christmasy since I moved over here...it is a different season, different food, different customs, different language, differerent culture, different scenery, only one member of my family here....I am working on it and I think this year has been the best to date, I never give up.:rolleyes:

Catalina:catroar:
 
he is normally VERY shy & timid, quiet type.
borders on simple in most peoples evaluations until you get to know him better...
I just seem to fuck everything up.
Maybe so. But I think you are making excuses for him.

One of the foundations of a relationship is setting the bounds or basis of the relationship (for example "just friends", "I'll give you a call when I want to go shopping", "movies next week?", "dinner tomorrow night?", "a weekend away together?", "let's go down to Las Vegas and get married!")

So you asking "are we exclusive?" is not you fucking things up. It's you trying to work out with him where you (as a couple) are at.

If that scares him off, then he's not ready for a relationship of that nature with you. It's that simple. Again, it's not about you fucking up. It's just that... he's not as into you as you are into him.

Yeah, that hurts. A lot. We all know that, we've all been there.

So don't be too hard on yourself. You didn't fuck up. In fact, that's exactly the right question to have asked, because it got him off the fence. Sadly, not on the side you were hoping for, but it's good to know that sooner than later.
 
Once upon a time, when the excrement hit the rotating blades, I hid in a monastery for a few weeks. I spent hours each day walking around and talking to the Benedictines. They were much cooler than the Christian Brothers who were responsible for my education at home. I was eventually able to get past some of my own stuff and see how it was really fucking up my life. (and believe me, it was some big stuff. A lot of it was done too me, but being young and stupid, I made it worse.) But one of the monks, an ancient guy named Brian, who looked like he was about a million years old had something interesting to say about pain one day, when I was expressing what had happened to me in the situation that had led me to the monastery. He said "It's the nature of a human being to think that our personal agony is the most important thing in the world. We want our suffering to make us special, so we treasure it, nurture it, even though it eats away at us. Truly my son," he added as he looked at me "It's not the pain the makes us special, it's the way we deal with it."

Brother Brian has rheumatoid arthritis and has been bedridden since the first hard frost. He's spending his time in bed, reading books into a web cam for some kids in a hospital every day and doing theology classes (from his bed) for the novices there. When his hands aren't so bad, he knits blanket squares for for "Warm-Up Canada!". He's not doing so well though, so I'm going to see him as soon as the weather permits. I hope I can make it before he goes, because I want to tell him he was right.
 
Once upon a time, when the excrement hit the rotating blades, I hid in a monastery for a few weeks. I spent hours each day walking around and talking to the Benedictines. They were much cooler than the Christian Brothers who were responsible for my education at home. I was eventually able to get past some of my own stuff and see how it was really fucking up my life. (and believe me, it was some big stuff. A lot of it was done too me, but being young and stupid, I made it worse.) But one of the monks, an ancient guy named Brian, who looked like he was about a million years old had something interesting to say about pain one day, when I was expressing what had happened to me in the situation that had led me to the monastery. He said "It's the nature of a human being to think that our personal agony is the most important thing in the world. We want our suffering to make us special, so we treasure it, nurture it, even though it eats away at us. Truly my son," he added as he looked at me "It's not the pain the makes us special, it's the way we deal with it."

Brother Brian has rheumatoid arthritis and has been bedridden since the first hard frost. He's spending his time in bed, reading books into a web cam for some kids in a hospital every day and doing theology classes (from his bed) for the novices there. When his hands aren't so bad, he knits blanket squares for for "Warm-Up Canada!". He's not doing so well though, so I'm going to see him as soon as the weather permits. I hope I can make it before he goes, because I want to tell him he was right.

Thank you for sharing this. :rose:
 
i hate perfume. i bought some crafted roses at the mall today (fake but looked very real) and as i was paying for them the guy selling them spritzed them with rose scented perfume.

i went from clear head to migrain in less then a minute. i HATE perfume.
 
i hate perfume. i bought some crafted roses at the mall today (fake but looked very real) and as i was paying for them the guy selling them spritzed them with rose scented perfume.

i went from clear head to migrain in less then a minute. i HATE perfume.
I hope you handed them back to him and either got un-spritzed ones or a full refund.
 
I'm getting a baby! :nana:

Ok, now that you all have spewed all over your computers, I'll elaborate. :devil:

A friend of mine babysits her granddaughter. My friend is going through radiation for cancer, and is too sick to watch her all the time, so I get to watch her three days a week. She's two and a half and about as sweet and cute as they get. I'm so psyched.
 
I hope you handed them back to him and either got un-spritzed ones or a full refund.

no time. i had to rush to catch a bus from the mall back to campus. i had them next to the window, which was wide open to air out the roses despite the fact that it is subfreezing and snowing out
 
It's too bad about your friend, but way cool on the babyness!

To tell the truth we found out about the cancer several months ago - she's got a very good chance of recovery, but the radiation makes her really sick. I'm glad she finally asked her daughter to find another sitter. Watching A as been too hard on her. She's still gonna have A tuesday evenings and wednesday day, but not five days a week. Plus I get A. :nana: The biggest issue they've been having is finding someone that T (A's mom) knows and trust. We don't know eachother that well, but she's met K, she's seen how I interact with my kids, and is a lot more willing to leave A with me than a stranger.
 
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