What Are YOU Thinking? Continued 3

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Thinking that I’m always having conversations with people in my imagination, then sometimes can’t recall if the actual conversations happened. Disturbing.
 
Thinking that I’m always having conversations with people in my imagination, then sometimes can’t recall if the actual conversations happened. Disturbing.

Oh I’ve done that! Mentally thought through a reply to a text or email, then got distracted and forgotten I didn’t actually type or send out the reply 🤦🏼*♀️
 
Thinking I very much enjoy my kind and courtly and humorous interactions in this little rural Southern burg. It would be perfect if there were just some prostitutes around.
 
Isn't that called taking a ''mental health" day off??? ;) You need to take a drive up the coast or spend some time enjoying the beach. :)

I so do. Just a walk on the sand would be nice. The beach is just a few blocks from my house. I can smell it and just now I heard the cry of a seagull. *sigh* Well, off to work I go.
 
That really slowly but surely the pain is receding and I can see light at the end of the tunnel
 
Thinking that I feel engorged with blood all the way out to my hips. I’ve got to do something about this.
 
Thinking about visiting a friend, and having a conversation with her as she breastfed her daughter. She put the baby in her crib and said she wanted to brush her hair. I offered to do it for her, and she came and knelt in front of me, facing away. I brushed for a while, but became overcome. I put the brush down and reached inside her shirt, inside her bra, and grasped her still-moist breast. Then I reached between her legs. She said, “Oh, my God!” and came within seconds. Then I picked up the brush and began brushing again. Then kids rushed in and her husband came home, and I decided it best to make my exit.
 
She was right, this place is filling up with strange and fucked up people. I'll take her lead and leave this place to the malcontents and miscreants to play in. I so don't need to deal with their shit.:rolleyes:
 
Thinking about sitting on sacks of fertilizer and watching a little girl holding her father’s hand as they walked across a puddle-strewn parking lot after a storm. She made this funny leap to avoid getting her feet wet. I laughed and her father smiled.
 
Thinking that one of my goddamn animals appears to have thrown up on my laptop. At least I think it was them and not me. In any event, this is going to be unpleasant.
 
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