Isolated Blurt Thread

Status
Not open for further replies.
An aquaintance of mine said to me that it is worse to lose your child after knowing them than to lose them shortly after birth.

My two thoughts were that I wished I could have had as much time with them as possible before they died....


and that since when did having your child die become a competition?

Your child is dead, nothing is worse than that.:(:(:(
*hugs*:rose::rose::rose::heart:
 
And they have professional Editors

I am embarrassed to tell you that this is my hometown paper.

The only story I have better than this, was from the Boston Globe, back in the 80’s.

A reporter stated that in a robbery attempt, a young woman was shot and the bullet is still in her yet.

The question is what part of her anatomy is that? And another question. - If you have a dirty mind, would that make the 1950’s hit song, “I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now” a dirty song title?
 
My right hand and forearm look like I was on the losing end of a fight with a pyracantha bush.
 
Caring about what others think is highly overrated. Caring whether people are happy or sad when they don't give a fig about you is also highly overestimated as well. And, loving yourself despite it all and learning to follow your heart again after living under a shroud of fear is the greatest gift imaginable. Thank you gods, muses, and angels.
 
Caring about what others think is highly overrated. Caring whether people are happy or sad when they don't give a fig about you is highly overestimated as well. And, loving yourself despite it all and learning to follow your heart again after living under a shroud of fear is the greatest gift imaginable. Thank you gods, muses, and angels.
 
Parisians, like people in many capital cities, are expected to be brusque and impolite to foreigners and even to visitors from the rest of France.

There are many jokes about it. Even one of their tourist websites warns that visitors should expect an off-hand response to any enquiry.

When we visited Paris in October, we didn't experience any lack of politeness. Everyone we spoke to, at tourist sites, at restaurants, on public transport, even in the street, were courteous and helpful.

Was it because we spoke French to them, and understood their responses immediately? It can't just be that, or provincial French people wouldn't complain about their treatment by Parisians.

I think that it is the usual answer - if you speak to people politely, they will respond in the same manner. If you are expecting a rude response, then you might be abrupt in your request. But if you ask in a polite formal way, then you will be treated equally well.

If you expect everyone in a foreign country to speak English, then you should not be surprised if they treat you as an ignorant foreigner. If you try to speak their language they might make an effort to respond to you.

In France I speak French. In Spain I speak Spanish. In Germany I speak German. In Italy I speak Italian. In what was Yugoslavia I spoke Serbo-Croat. In some parts of Wales I try to understand even if I can't speak Welsh. My command of their languages may be faulty, but at least I try.

I think it is a basic expectation from any tourist in another country - to try to make themselves understood in the local language.

Og

PS. The exception is Belgium. Speaking French to a Dutch-speaking Belgian can cause offence, and vice-versa. German isn't always welcome either. In Belgium I speak English unless it is obvious that the person I am speaking to is normally French-speaking.
Og
 
I agree with you, Og. I have spent time in France and have had the pleasure of getting to know several French people, and I must say that they are warm, kind and giving. Of course, there are rude people in Paris. But, there are also rude people in every large city I've ever visited. Yet, there are amazing people there as well. Really amazing ones.
 
Really didn't think I would push that many buttons trying to exit that way. Shit! *Knew should have chosen the rp death scene.*
Word was one could practice writing, express ideas, exchange some harmless sexual banter or rp and all go home warm and fuzzy.

You robbed my grave, then taunted me back here freezing my ass off?! WTF? Is that seriously any way to out somebody?

I'll just snoop the chain for more references.
 
Last edited:
Caring about what others think is highly overrated. Caring whether people are happy or sad when they don't give a fig about you is highly overestimated as well. And, loving yourself despite it all and learning to follow your heart again after living under a shroud of fear is the greatest gift imaginable. Thank you gods, muses, and angels.

This is something I needed to read tonight. Thank you. :rose:

Blurt: There comes a time when "I can't help it" is not true, and not valid, and not even important. That time might be recognized byothers as the moment when you stop trying to make better choices. I think you believe you can't, and therefore you are correct - you can't. And that breaks my heart a little. Every time. Your fight is what defined you, what made your darkness understandable and loveable and sometimes even admirable. I'm not sure what it means, this is not an epiphanic moment, but I think I see it clearly.
 
I feel.....odd.

I had a really great friend in college. He was a Sigma Chi, I was a Little Sigma. We partied our asses off every chance we got, and he was the one that held me when I cried after my father died. There was never even a slight hint of anything sexual between us, we were just best buddies.

I remember him singing Big Balls at the top of his lungs on the way home from an away football game, windows open in that crappy mustang he had, and me laughing so hard I thought I was gonna pee in my pants. I once set six white mice loose in his room after the Casino Night mice races were over, and he'd passed out from too much Jack Daniels.

I haven't talked to him in probably twenty years, but we "friended" each other on Facebook, sent the very occasional "hi" back and forth. He had a fifteen-year-old daughter.

I just found out, like fifteen minutes ago, that he's died.

Damn it.

I am so sorry to hear that. :heart: :rose:
 
I'm about to throw a temper tantrum, much as I hate to admit it.

Nothing is going right today. And not just little things, but really big stuff. And it just feels like the world's hating me. And I don't know what the fuck to do.
 
I'm about to throw a temper tantrum, much as I hate to admit it.

Nothing is going right today. And not just little things, but really big stuff. And it just feels like the world's hating me. And I don't know what the fuck to do.

*big hugs*

Blurt: I need to do something dangerous, and soon.
 
Vegas was so fun. I wish I had gotten more pictures with my new camera though. Unfortunately, I left it in my jacket pocket when we went to the Hoover Dam, and my sister distracted me from grabbing it on Halloween when she locked herself in a stairwell in our hotel (she didn't want to sound a fire alarm, and all of the doors on the upper levels were locked).

I should write up a full topic on it, but I just got ten hours of sleep, and I can barely think straight enough to type this :eek:

Here's a pic of me in front of the Bellagio though:
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c65/theegoatpig/Vegas/SDC10007.jpg
 
I'm about to throw a temper tantrum, much as I hate to admit it.

Nothing is going right today. And not just little things, but really big stuff. And it just feels like the world's hating me. And I don't know what the fuck to do.

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Interruptions, Interruptions, Interruptions

Don't these silly people understand that I'm NaNoing.

Well, yeah, I'm at work but somethings just take priority. :D
 
I went out today to price a new Camaro, but I couldn't find the dealership closest to me, even though I drove by it twice :eek:
 
I went out today to price a new Camaro, but I couldn't find the dealership closest to me, even though I drove by it twice :eek:

Dude, you need and deserve a new car...and the new Camaros are fucking HOT!!

Find that dealership!:)

you need to start being kind to yourself...live a little.:rose:
 
Oh, I am definitely getting one :D

I just need to try again today while it is light out (it went dark during my last attempt), and see if I can get any kind of deal, or if I need to order the particular car that I want from the factory.

Funny thing, I saw the exact car that I want driving by near where the dealership is supposed to be.
 
Fame - or Infamy?

I've just returned from our local supermarket.

As usual on a wet Friday night the entrance was swarming with teenagers. It is one of the few places in our town where they can gather when it is raining.

As I approached one of them shouted to the others "Get out of the way! He's important!".

They made room for me to enter. I said "Hello" to those of them I knew. The security guards watching them from inside were puzzled.

"Who ARE you?" one asked.

"Just someone who has said several times in public that they're not dangerous, just kids hanging out." I replied.

"Oh. That's true, I suppose. If we ask them to go away, they do."

They're just our town's kids waiting for the youth club to open, yet some people think they are feral yobs.

Og
 
I've just returned from our local supermarket.

As usual on a wet Friday night the entrance was swarming with teenagers. It is one of the few places in our town where they can gather when it is raining.

As I approached one of them shouted to the others "Get out of the way! He's important!".

They made room for me to enter. I said "Hello" to those of them I knew. The security guards watching them from inside were puzzled.

"Who ARE you?" one asked.

"Just someone who has said several times in public that they're not dangerous, just kids hanging out." I replied.

"Oh. That's true, I suppose. If we ask them to go away, they do."

They're just our town's kids waiting for the youth club to open, yet some people think they are feral yobs.

Og

Sounds like the youth club needs to open earlier on rainy days or put an awning up out front. Either one would cut down on the tension.
 
I just priced a Camaro at a little under $33,000. I can afford this, if I can get approved for a loan. I don't know how my credit is doing these days though, since the last time I used it was when I bought my last new car almost ten years ago.

I can't get a deal under MSRP because the cars are so popular (some dealers are selling them in bidding wars on Ebay for over $15,000 above MSRP :eek: ).

I just wish they came with T-tops. I will have to settle for a sunroof instead :(

But it is still a sweet car :D
 
Sounds like the youth club needs to open earlier on rainy days or put an awning up out front. Either one would cut down on the tension.

The youth club is open earlier for younger teenagers. Neither group wants to be associated with the other. After all, you might meet your brother or sister!

The youth club awning? Turned down because residents objected that teenagers would gather outside. Doh!

Og
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top