Euphony
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Sounds like a germ of inspiration could lie there. Oh, your silent shy beach girl...One interesting thing about myself? That I am willing to share?
I had to think for a while.
How about this: This summer was the first time I've went to a nude beach.
Okay maybe on itself that isn't all that interesting, let me tell the bigger story.
This summer I have gone swimming quite often. Partially because I would like to get more muscular and in better shape, partially because I just enjoy it.
In my home town we have a lake for recreational purposes. I've been there quite often this summer. Swimming, reading my books (yes, books, not Lit), and let's be fair, checking out the women. I am a 27 year old single man after all. At the end of the summer holidays I came across a post on a anonymous student social media app about nudist beaches (and BDSM, Fetlife, and more new things for me). Anyway that lit that spark in me again. I always wanted to go to a nudist beach. And at the end of summer I found the courage to actually go for the first time.
In my local town being topless is perfectly allowed, but it practically never happens. I've heard of people going skinny dipping there, never seen it. So I had to travel some 30 kilometers to a student city where they do have a nude beach. At first I was quite nervous, but then again, nobody there would recognise me. At the nude beach there were mostly older people at first. At 27 I must have been one of the, if not the youngest person there. And yes, I stripped all my clothes and went nude as well. It was thrilling at first, but after a while it becomes comfortable. As the day went by more and more younger people came and went. Eventually a 20-something year old girl laid down next to me. This was my first day at a nude beach, so I was already a bit nervous, and I didn't talk to her. On the one hand a shame, on the other hand, perhaps she prefered not to be talked to as well.
Anyway, before I turn this into a long-ass story... that's it
There are spoiler tags for a reason, you nitwit.It's okay, though. I survived![]()
https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/images/gettyimages-946881328-min-1675248475.jpgSounds like a world three legged race champion origin story to me.
Marvel three picture deal in your future.
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Hmm.
Ah, okay.
I was struck by lightning as a kid. Seriously.
It's okay, though. I survived![]()
I missed a lightning strike by a few minutes one Fourth of July. There's a spot on a hill that has a monument and park where you can see the city's fireworks without needing to clamor around the crowds.An ex girlfriend of mine after college wanted to make love outside in a rainstorm once. We did it under a tarp in the back of my pickup. Heavy rainstorm, lightning hit a tree right next to us. She made the experience fun for me, but it was so disturbing after the fact I never want to do anything like that again. Still might turn it into a Fetish story someday.
Oh the fun things I could try with real developed nation health care.https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/images/gettyimages-946881328-min-1675248475.jpg
You gotta balance your way down, only one foot making contact, then back up the same way. Try it!
I don't engage in arguments with most people even if maybe I should. I'm too old for that kind of drama. Also, I think therapists are maybe 85 to 90 percent ineffective. They mean well but most of us have to work with the personalities we were born with. Woody Allen in Sleeper: "I haven't seen my analyst in 200 years. . .If I'd been going all this time, I'd probably almost be cured by now."Yeah, I've delivered some seriously nasty insults and threats in the same tone I'll say "Have a good day" and some people who've heard it say its unnerving that I can be one step from completely losing my mind and still sound conversational.
I think the therapist called it stunted or blunted or something like that where no matter how bad a situation is you're kind of numb to it. Accompanied by the thousand yard stare I still sometimes default to(and the stealth mode) I can give off a serial killer vibe.
For an author to be struck by lightning once may be regarded as a misfortune, but for a second author to be struck must be considered plagiarism. Quite the reverse with bird shit of courseI've been in two building and a plane that were struck by lightning, but ouch! That must have been quite a shock.
A ruthless edit and you've got new Confucius on your hands.For an author to be struck by lightning once may be regarded as a misfortune, but for a second author to be struck must be considered plagiarism. Quite the reverse with bird shit of course
That therapist was thirty years ago and court mandated...part of my parole was to go weekly for a year. Ironically I married someone who was in the field for several years before changing careers, but she didn't try to figure me out...fortunately for both of us on that note.I don't engage in arguments with most people even if maybe I should. I'm too old for that kind of drama. Also, I think therapists are maybe 85 to 90 percent ineffective. They mean well but most of us have to work with the personalities we were born with. Woody Allen in Sleeper: "I haven't seen my analyst in 200 years. . .If I'd been going all this time, I'd probably almost be cured by now."
Wo!When I was 12 I had a farm tractor run over me. Not just part of me like my foot or something, but my entire body. And if you're mentally picturing one of those little mini garden tractors, don't. This was a full-sized farm tractor with 1000 lbs. of added weight on each wheel.
My dad worked for a dairy and I learned to drive the tractors when I was 10 to pull a wagon full of chopped green feed out to the herd. My uncle (who is only 5 years older than I am) had gone to work for the dairy and wanted to know how to drive the tractor I was using. This thing had a really weird gear shifter. Instead of shifting front to rear, it shifted side to side. I was standing on the ground in front of the rear tire with the tractor running trying to show him how to shift.
A long story but he was being a teenage jackass, got off the tractor and walked away. I got angry and slapped the gear lever which promptly popped into reverse. I grabbed the lever and gave it a pull, trying to get it back into neutral. Instead, it popped into 1st. gear. Before I could move, the rear tire grabbed my toe and pushed me to the ground. All I remember is that fucking tire looming over me as the air was pushed out of my lungs. It ran up my leg, over my chest and off my left shoulder. My uncle stood watching it happen. I think he was frozen with surprise and terror at what was taking place. He finally came out of it as the tire rolled off my shoulder, jumped on and shut it off.
He helped me up and took me to my dad who drove us to the hospital, even though there was no outward signs of injury. They x-rayed my chest and said that everything looked okay. The only indication anything had happened was the muddy herringbone tire tracks over the sweat-shirt I was wearing and the corresponding red welts on my chest. Had those not been there I believe the medical staff would have thought I was lying.
Comshaw
...then was convinced by my Onc to take a post breast cancer drug...
I rarely argue