Confessions: What are yours? V2.

I confess that I feel unequivocally perplexed.
I reflect, an introverted habit, I know. I’ve grown quite significantly. I know quite firmly who I am…well, intuitively know. I haven’t quite got a word or classification. And whilst I have seen how the people around/gravitate to me has shifted as I have grown, the results are the same. Teaching others how to connect soulfully, and then POOF! They have gone. Often without reason. Often without warning. And not because I give myself away too quickly…no, actually. I take my time. But I confess that my reflections circle back to the same things…
Am I simply not enough for people to stay? Perhaps I’m just a decent fuck, and I should be happy with that.
I confess I have started to build walls up because of this. I don’t hide who I am, and I still give my all. And I’m quite capable and happy to be on my own. Though, I say that to myself and an undercurrent of truth surfaces…’no, you yearn to be adored’.
I confess that the truth infuriates me and leaves me feeling quite hopeless about it all.
 
ICT I like bumping threads I like. IACT I didn't realise that some of the threads I liked before the new Lit weren't automatically added to my Watched list so I had to hunt the buggers down.
 
ICT that I had a flashback moment to a MOST embarrassing moment. I went, by myself, to see a movie recently and had my flashback. It was truly embarrassing to me. Years ago I had also gone to a movie by myself. The theater had three sections across and I was the only person in the left hand section. Then a couple decided they also wanted to sit in the left hand section and chose the row directly behind me.

I was a little annoyed and considered moving rows to give us space, but I felt like it might be considered rude of me, so I stayed. BAD decision.

Once the movie started, I heard the woman giggling behind me. She whispered to the guy (I couldn't hear it exactly) but he said, "Shhh..he might hear you!"

Then she said clearly, in a stage whisper, "I can't help it. I can see the movie showing on his head!" My baldness was suddenly to topic of conversation between them - all whispering so "I wouldn't hear."

That memory flashed in my mind as I watched this recent movie...sheesh...
 
ICT I've logged on more than once here today, looked around and logged off again.

IACT I want distracting but don't think I have the energy or patience to be sociable :ROFLMAO:
 
ICT when asked about a highschool incident when I was not where I was supposed to be in front of my college age nice and nephew... I lied about the facts of the matter. I would lie again. They would not be able to unhear what really happened and nobody needs that...
in retrospect I am lucky I was only traumatized and not actually hurt...
 
Once the movie started, I heard the woman giggling behind me. She whispered to the guy (I couldn't hear it exactly) but he said, "Shhh..he might hear you!"

Then she said clearly, in a stage whisper, "I can't help it. I can see the movie showing on his head!" My baldness was suddenly to topic of conversation between them - all whispering so "I wouldn't hear."

So, what was the movie were you watching?


Ben
 
ICT when asked about a highschool incident when I was not where I was supposed to be in front of my college age nice and nephew... I lied about the facts of the matter. I would lie again. They would not be able to unhear what really happened and nobody needs that...
in retrospect I am lucky I was only traumatized and not actually hurt...
Not sure how you would do it, but wouldn't the cautionary tale be a good warning for them?
 
Not sure how you would do it, but wouldn't the cautionary tale be a good warning for them?
They are older than I was for that particular incident and they have at least as much sense as I did by the time I was their age.
They both know that they can talk to me about anything and that I would bail them out from jail, pick them up anywhere and be a resource should they ever need it. They know the world is a dangerous place. They do not need the particulars of my 14 year trauma.
 
They are older than I was for that particular incident and they have at least as much sense as I did by the time I was their age.
They both know that they can talk to me about anything and that I would bail them out from jail, pick them up anywhere and be a resource should they ever need it. They know the world is a dangerous place. They do not need the particulars of my 14 year trauma.
And there's a lot of fucking trauma that many of us carry. Cautionary tales aren't as powerful as teaching bodily autonomy, consent and modeling through our actions that we treat each other with respect. Words are meaningless without action. If we want our kids to speak up, we have to allow them to speak up to us. If we want kids to respect other people's bodies, we respect their bodies.

That goes so much further than instilling fear.
I choose to instill power. 🤷
 
And there's a lot of fucking trauma that many of us carry. Cautionary tales aren't as powerful as teaching bodily autonomy, consent and modeling through our actions that we treat each other with respect. Words are meaningless without action. If we want our kids to speak up, we have to allow them to speak up to us. If we want kids to respect other people's bodies, we respect their bodies.

That goes so much further than instilling fear.
I choose to instill power. 🤷
Exactly this. :heart:
 
They are older than I was for that particular incident and they have at least as much sense as I did by the time I was their age.
They both know that they can talk to me about anything and that I would bail them out from jail, pick them up anywhere and be a resource should they ever need it. They know the world is a dangerous place. They do not need the particulars of my 14 year trauma.
Just trying to see if there were a blind spot. Perhaps because I've been pretty naive most of my life, and I really don't want the next generation to be as dumb as I was. Your situation is probably different. I would rather be mildly annoying than leaving something important unsaid (and I strongly encourage others to behave this way with me: I prefer to hear things multiple times rather than risk hearing them zero times). I am also sure I'm missing a fundamental undercurrent.
 
ICT I'm so happy that my ex-mil's final wish was for my daughter to wash and prepare her for burial.🕯💛
 
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