Isolated Blurt Thread

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I was thinking about my good friend whose wife found evidence that he had a chatting life online and now he is suspended between heaven and hell, not sure what his future will bring.
 
I so want the life I dreamed of back in high school.

Living on a boat in a marina, living as a travel writer, and just taking care of me.
 
Comparative Risks

One of my wife's young friends is househunting for their first house.

They can only afford the cheaper properties locally.

Some are cheap because they are at risk of flooding from the sea.

Some are cheap because they are within a zone identified as liable to landslip.

Both mean high insurance costs or in some cases NO insurance available at any price and that the lenders won't accept.

Does she sink or slide?

Og

PS. Or buy a flat too small for her needs?
 
oggbashan said:
One of my wife's young friends is househunting for their first house.

They can only afford the cheaper properties locally.

Some are cheap because they are at risk of flooding from the sea.

Some are cheap because they are within a zone identified as liable to landslip.

Both mean high insurance costs or in some cases NO insurance available at any price and that the lenders won't accept.

Does she sink or slide?

Og

PS. Or buy a flat too small for her needs?

Move. :cool:
 
vella_ms said:
*hugs*i dont know the seasons where you are...
if you were here, i would suggest a slight touch of SAD
i keese you, drippy drawers.
:kiss:
muah to you too.
Does SAD explain why I am eating so much too? :eek:
 
I just ran into my ex boss at the local supermarket :eek:

I don't know what the hell she was doing there - she lives about 40 miles away. It was weird, though. I got the whole fight or flight physical reaction. My heart started pounding, I broke out into a sweat and it felt like I couldn't think straight.

An extremely unpleasant experience.

* cracking open a bottle of beer *
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Oh, that's a bad one. The best one is because you're just hungry after burning 5,000 calories on the jogging or x-c ski trail.
The best one is eating after burning up 17 gazillion calories in a fantabulous bout of raw growling animalistic sex with the partner of your favorite fantasies for real.....

:eek: :eek:

Oh my! I think it's cold shower time..... :rolleyes:
 
damppanties said:
muah to you too.
Does SAD explain why I am eating so much too? :eek:

in all fairness, its unlikely that you have SAD- considering the amount of sun where you are. Unless SAD can come about due to changes in temperature- its not such a drastic drop there is it DP? god it's been too long since i was there.





*blurt time*

blurt 1: why is my bed empty?
blurt 2: why do i have a fucking patch of what looks like a rash on my cheek- stress induced?
blurt 3: i have no left eyebrow from where it 'turns a corner' on my face...that's due to stress induced rubbing of my eyebrow, causing the friction to burn away the hair. *grrr* ok well i dohave some hair there...it's just scraggly and noticable.
blurt 4: i hate this essay, but i love the topic.
blurt 5: why can't i write more than 2000 words (+/- 10%)?

blurt 6...just ARRRGH.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Oh, that's a bad one. The best one is because you're just hungry after burning 5,000 calories on the jogging or x-c ski trail.

That sounds like an insane amount of exercise, Roxanne. Come and hang out with me - I can help you conquer this, and pinch your ass as you fetch us some more toffee cheesecake :devil: :rose: :kiss:
 
scheherazade_79 said:
That sounds like an insane amount of exercise, Roxanne. Come and hang out with me - I can help you conquer this, and pinch your ass as you fetch us some more toffee cheesecake :devil: :rose: :kiss:
OK.

:D

:heart:
 
I know I have no right to say this but I feel extremely uncomfortable seeing the two of you together. I'm sorry, but it's how I feel. There is a level of intimacy that just doesn't seem right. Am I jealous? Perhaps a little, yes, but it's more a feeling of - this shouldn't be. It's not right.

You're sharing things with her that I don't feel she has a right to know. Certain things are better left unsaid. And once said, you can never take them back. I'm not sure where you are going with her. I hope you're thinking, because it seems as if you're not.
 
I posted the following earlier (twice) and deleted it (twice). But I think I'm going to leave it up this time. I know that people get tired of the complaining I do. I know some worry while others ignore, but I think I need to say this because it's the most honest I've been in a long, long time. I'm sick of bottling it all up all the time. So I'm going to leave it up, even knowing that I shouldn't. For those of you who have been there for me throughout my hard times, I'm sorry if it sounds like I don't appreciate you because I do. I'm very grateful for the support I've gotten.

~
I'm not supposed to say anything. Not here. Not on myspace. Certainly not out loud, to a real live person.
I'm not supposed to dwell on it. I'm not supposed to even feel this way.

What I am supposed to do is forget about, move on, stop obsessing, let it go, remember that it's not about me. I'm supposed to go to therapy, get on medication, be a better person, be a better mother, stop expecting anything from anyone, stop needing anything from anyone.

I hate all those parameters, hate that I have to suffer in silence, only let out little small pieces that have to immediately erased, hate that no one can handle how I feel, wants to handle it, wants to help. I hate that I'm supposed to help myself when life gets entirely in my way of doing that, so it's all my fault to everyone that I'm who I am, how I am, but I can't fucking help it.

I want help. I want love. I want acceptance. I want a hug. I want someone to say something nice to me besides thanks for doing. I want to know I won't always be alone. I want to know that I will survive this, that I can be happy someday, that I deserve happiness. I want to know that there's something redeemable about me, something funny or sexy or beautiful that someone may see someday. I want to know that I'm worth more than what I do for everyone else.
And I'm tired of hiding, tired of not talking, tired of knowing that everyone is tired of me. I'm tired of who I am, how I am, when I can't fix it. I'm tired of everyday hoping to be better, everyday hoping it will be the day when I may get some glimpse that I matter, when someone might take care of me for a change, when someone, anyone, would notice that I'm not okay. I'm tired of taking care of everyone, all day everyday, worrying over everyone, doing for everyone, only to end everyday completely and utterly alone without anyone to lean on, talk to, rely on. I'm tired of knowing it's all my fault, all my problem, knowing that I'm broken and beyond repair.
I hate knowing that I'll post this because I need this to be out loud, somehow, but that I'll delete it, that I have to delete it. I just wish I could erase the feelings, too.
 
SJ - I wish, wish wish with all my heart I could do all you want and need. I'd love to make it all better for you. All I can do is offer a *hug* and an ear, I hope that helps just a touch.
 
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