What Are YOU Thinking? Continued 3

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Thinking that I have had BB King’s sweat thrown on me from the stage as he played. There are certain priceless moments. Why else live?
 
Thinking about how I just blurt shit out sometimes. Today I told a young woman behind a counter that I believed her to be the prettiest girl in the county. She was sweet about it, smiled a beautiful smile, and thanked me. But by today’s standards it struck me as an inappropriate thing to say. Might have made her day, though. Who knows?

I was in Powell Book store here in Portland... A good friend of mine was dying of AIDS and I was looking for a book that would help me, help him, to cope...I became very overcome with sadness when I began to read of his fate, and how powerless I felt ...how will I be able to be there, to comfort and reassure him when I can't even comfort myself? with that thought, a heavy veil of despair enveloped my whole body, my shoulders lunged forward, with a heavy heart, face in hands, I began weeping quietly..., as I stood in the middle of the medical reference book aisle, in Powell Book Store, in downtown Portland Oregon...the emotional overwhelmingness of all the fears, of how horrific Acquired Immune Deficiency really is, and how devastating and traumatic it is for everyone it touches..., tears began streaming down my cheeks, my nose was running, I couldn’t catch my breath, I felt, at that moment, very disappointed in myself, how was I going be any good at being a positive support for someone if I can't even get ahold of myself...and it was at the moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder, "Miss? miss are you alright?" I heard those words spoken in the most beautiful, sexy French accent...I turned my tear swollen eyes, and red, stuffy nose to be face to face with a pair of the bluest eyes, on one of the most handsome young men I've ever seen, "I hope, you won't be offended, if I were to tell you that, I believe, you are the most beautiful women I've ever seen", I must have looked dumbfounded, I admit was caught a bit off guard... I looked away out of feeling shy, only for a moment, when I looked back, he was gone...
By today’s standards, some may think that was an inappropriate thing to say to me...but, to me, it was as if a heavy load was lifted from my shoulders, my sadness didn't magically disappear...but, it definitely made my day, nicer, thank you for taking that chance with that young woman behind the counter...who knows? it just might have made all the difference...
I'm sorry this was a bit long-winded for this thread...but, I'll never forget the impact those words had on me that day, and how it gave me the confidence to be there for my dear friend when he needed it the most. R.I.P. Parick:rose:
 
that was a very good question!

Well, I’m in kind of a mood. I can either administer to my 401K bullshit, or walk into the woods and have a stroke. No one’s gonna remember either way. The underlying truth is that, right here, right now, I just want to get laid. :D
 
I was in Powell Book store here in Portland... A good friend of mine was dying of AIDS and I was looking for a book that would help me, help him, to cope...I became very overcome with sadness when I began to read of his fate, and how powerless I felt ...how will I be able to be there, to comfort and reassure him when I can't even comfort myself? with that thought, a heavy veil of despair enveloped my whole body, my shoulders lunged forward, with a heavy heart, face in hands, I began weeping quietly..., as I stood in the middle of the medical reference book aisle, in Powell Book Store, in downtown Portland Oregon...the emotional overwhelmingness of all the fears, of how horrific Acquired Immune Deficiency really is, and how devastating and traumatic it is for everyone it touches..., tears began streaming down my cheeks, my nose was running, I couldn’t catch my breath, I felt, at that moment, very disappointed in myself, how was I going be any good at being a positive support for someone if I can't even get ahold of myself...and it was at the moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder, "Miss? miss are you alright?" I heard those words spoken in the most beautiful, sexy French accent...I turned my tear swollen eyes, and red, stuffy nose to be face to face with a pair of the bluest eyes, on one of the most handsome young men I've ever seen, "I hope, you won't be offended, if I were to tell you that, I believe, you are the most beautiful women I've ever seen", I must have looked dumbfounded, I admit was caught a bit off guard... I looked away out of feeling shy, only for a moment, when I looked back, he was gone...
By today’s standards, some may think that was an inappropriate thing to say to me...but, to me, it was as if a heavy load was lifted from my shoulders, my sadness didn't magically disappear...but, it definitely made my day, nicer, thank you for taking that chance with that young woman behind the counter...who knows? it just might have made all the difference...
I'm sorry this was a bit long-winded for this thread...but, I'll never forget the impact those words had on me that day, and how it gave me the confidence to be there for my dear friend when he needed it the most. R.I.P. Parick:rose:

A very moving story. Thank you for sharing it. :rose:
 
Looking at a Facebook posting by my former wife and thinking, Wow! That woman is still built. Doesn’t work out, but still has these amazing, sinewy arms in her 50’s. Don’t know how she does it.
 
I was in Powell Book store here in Portland... A good friend of mine was dying of AIDS and I was looking for a book that would help me, help him, to cope...I became very overcome with sadness when I began to read of his fate, and how powerless I felt ...how will I be able to be there, to comfort and reassure him when I can't even comfort myself? with that thought, a heavy veil of despair enveloped my whole body, my shoulders lunged forward, with a heavy heart, face in hands, I began weeping quietly..., as I stood in the middle of the medical reference book aisle, in Powell Book Store, in downtown Portland Oregon...the emotional overwhelmingness of all the fears, of how horrific Acquired Immune Deficiency really is, and how devastating and traumatic it is for everyone it touches..., tears began streaming down my cheeks, my nose was running, I couldn’t catch my breath, I felt, at that moment, very disappointed in myself, how was I going be any good at being a positive support for someone if I can't even get ahold of myself...and it was at the moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder, "Miss? miss are you alright?" I heard those words spoken in the most beautiful, sexy French accent...I turned my tear swollen eyes, and red, stuffy nose to be face to face with a pair of the bluest eyes, on one of the most handsome young men I've ever seen, "I hope, you won't be offended, if I were to tell you that, I believe, you are the most beautiful women I've ever seen", I must have looked dumbfounded, I admit was caught a bit off guard... I looked away out of feeling shy, only for a moment, when I looked back, he was gone...
By today’s standards, some may think that was an inappropriate thing to say to me...but, to me, it was as if a heavy load was lifted from my shoulders, my sadness didn't magically disappear...but, it definitely made my day, nicer, thank you for taking that chance with that young woman behind the counter...who knows? it just might have made all the difference...
I'm sorry this was a bit long-winded for this thread...but, I'll never forget the impact those words had on me that day, and how it gave me the confidence to be there for my dear friend when he needed it the most. R.I.P. Parick:rose:

I hear you!:D

Thank you!
 
I'm thinking it's time to get my ass out of bed and find out why it's so quiet downstairs ....
 
How did We, as a society, allow it to become acceptable for "professionals" to play Marco Polo with excellence?

smh...
 
Oops, I’ve done it again!
Ought to be smarter by now
 
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