Litiquette VI

[Lord Pmann]

Could have been an anal cream pie, followed immediately by a chocolate flavored pussy snowball......just sayin’

Oh shit... I’m sorry Papa Chained. We weren’t having fun. I swear. We will get back to business.

I just now read what you wrote. I don’t know what any of that stuff is. But god that sounds gross.

 

[JennyNo1]

Oh shit... I’m sorry Papa Chained. We weren’t having fun. I swear. We will get back to business.

I just now read what you wrote. I don’t know what any of that stuff is. But god that sounds gross.

Well, crap, I thought y'all were having fun, so I was going to actually answer the question.

Too bad, I'm going to anyway. I wasn't really much of a dreamer about my future - I just took things as they came along. I loved music and was good at it, so I figured I'd wind up being a singer. Of course, I wasn't that good, so I got a music ed degree. Then I wound up married and in a town that had no openings for music teachers at the time. So, I just got an office job and was fortunate that it was with a company with awesome benefits and that weathered all the economic ups and downs. I joined the symphony chorus there and sang with all kinds of smaller groups, performing everything from opera to old country western. The people that put me around were massively creative in many fields, and I got involved in a lot of that as well. So, while the "dream" wasn't quite what I expected, I was able to be a musician and follow other artistic pursuits, which wound up being the joy of my life, all while holding down a good job that gave me a pretty good life.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

*pops back into Lit for the sole purpose of informing pmann he ain't the only rocket scientist in town*

 

[Lord Pmann]

*pops back into Lit for the sole purpose of informing pmann he ain't the only rocket scientist in town*

Says the girl with an avatar of her reading a book on the toilet.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

Says the girl with an avatar of her reading a book on the toilet.

Proper poop posture and everything, stick dick

 

[Lord Pmann]

Sorry for the late question today but I’ve had... stuff. I started writing this at like 7am and I’m just now finishing.

Anyway, I just sold a guitar of mine that I had for about 8 years. I don’t normally sell guitars. I hate selling. I just like to acquire. But I had to sell this one to make room for another one I already purchased. Fascinating stuff, indeed.

As I was packing it up last night to ship it out to its new home in NY (gross), I started playing it. And boy did it take me down memory lane. I got all sentimental and I realized it was going to suck saying goodbye to this instrument.

Goodbyes are hard. Now, sometimes, it’s even hard to say goodbye to people like it is to an instrument. So I’ve heard.

When was a time you had to say goodbye to something that was really hard? If you want it to be a person, it can be. But don’t make it lame. It better pull at my heart’s pubes and make me cry.

For the record- this isn’t some metaphor. I really am talking about a guitar. It’s not Rosebud or some girl. So stop trying to snoop into my personal life.

Here’s the song to go along with it (and no I wasn’t fucking my guitar):

https://youtu.be/I_S_TbD1XFM

 

[aussiegeekygal]

This one's hard. I'm really not a sentimental person so this whole scenario doesn't really resonate with me. Yet another reason I'm convinced I'm a closeted sociopath.
One way you could interpret it is that I'm incapable of certain feelings of affectionate attachment. I guess there's an element of truth to that if I'm being completely honest.
The second way is that I'm as in the moment as I can be, appreciative for what's the here and now. I'd like to think this is more of my truth and it's easier to let go somehow. Who knows?
That being said- it fucking hurt like hell to say goodbye to a business i built from the ground up. Not just because I felt a sense of ownership there, but there were circumstances that were unpleasant enough to make me want to part ways.

 

[Trekka]

^nice to see you again, Aussie

Well, aside from saying goodbye to people... and a marriage... and my kiddo every Friday morning...

It was really hard for me to let go of my old pickup truck. Sold it when I was pregnant. I felt like the subsequent parade of SUVs I’ve had since don’t come anywhere near my old truck’s coolness factor.

I owned a 1960s mid century modern lookin ranch back in Austin. I didn’t like selling that either. But I had to... marriage dissolution n all...

Is your guitar gently weeping yet, Pmann?

 

[blade_rocknut]

Hmm...no singular thing leaps out as being exceptionally painful, but there have been plenty of things I wish a hadn't, or at least struggled with the decision.

I scrimpted and scraped and saved when I was 20 ish and bought a really, really nice billiard table. 9 foot, 1.125" slate, solid oak frame and legs...deep burgundy felt.

It was totally out of place in my first modest house, but 6 years later, I built a house with a proper billiard room, and the table was right at home. 3 years later, recession had us in peril of making the mortgage, so I sold the table to turn the billiard room into a licensed home daycare.
We never were late or short on a payment, but I miss that table.

I've sold a few guns I wish a hadn't, mainly around the time my ex left and I once again had to worry about the mortgage. None with sentimental value; just a couple I'd rather still have.

Every single time I part with something that was my dad's, it rips the scab off his passing; now 17 plus years ago. Finally got rid of a little outboard motor that he'd bought just before he died. It dredged up all that old shit to explain to the buyer, he was getting a brand new, 18 year old motor...and why.

I guess that bothers me more than anything....all the stuff I've let go that was his; even if I know it was stuff I *should* let go.
Even the truck I was driving that day. I have pictures of him standing beside it, and I wish I'd had the fucking forethought the keep it for my (forthcoming) son.

Ok, so I lied about the not painful.

 

[Lord Pmann]

Thanks for all these answers. They’re really good. Excellent reads.

 

[85Ironman]

About a month or so ago, I had to say goodbye to one of my horses - a big gelding I'd agreed to rehab and then adopt after he'd been injured. Before I acquired him, he'd been quite the athlete, but he'd been overused and even after rehabbing him, his days as a competitor were over. But he was a gentle, handsome guy who got along with the rest of my horses and loved hacking around on trails - especially rides through the woods. I'd hoped to get him through the winter and give him one last, easy, grazing summer and then make the hard call come this October before the ground froze. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and I did not get to give him that last, easy summer. But I did get to say goodbye to him before he had to go, and was able to be with him as he crossed over.

He was not the first animal I've had to say goodbye to. He won't be the last. I don't think I will ever "get used to" my animals aging and dying. I don't think I want to.

 

[JennyNo1]

About a month or so ago, I had to say goodbye to one of my horses - a big gelding I'd agreed to rehab and then adopt after he'd been injured. Before I acquired him, he'd been quite the athlete, but he'd been overused and even after rehabbing him, his days as a competitor were over. But he was a gentle, handsome guy who got along with the rest of my horses and loved hacking around on trails - especially rides through the woods. I'd hoped to get him through the winter and give him one last, easy, grazing summer and then make the hard call come this October before the ground froze. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and I did not get to give him that last, easy summer. But I did get to say goodbye to him before he had to go, and was able to be with him as he crossed over.

He was not the first animal I've had to say goodbye to. He won't be the last. I don't think I will ever "get used to" my animals aging and dying. I don't think I want to.

This for me too. The hardest days of my life have been when I've had to help my animals cross over. If not for the joy and love they give throughout their lives, I'm not sure it would be worth the pain.

 

[SMNaughtywife]

Been there too. Sorry to hear that. There’s lot of horses running around in lush pastures and not a fly in sight.

I saved up for a ‘69 VW bug. Mint condition, baby blue and it was sweet AF. Bought it all on my own when I was 21yo.
Driving it home I stoped for gas and filled her up with full fuel.
Diesel fuel.
A man looked at me kinda funny as I shoved that green handled pump in and smiled when he asked “you sure it takes diesel?”
“Yup, sure does.”
I made it down the road about a mile before it started puttering and stalling.
Tried to overhaul the engine, but it was too gunked up.
I cried and cried as I signed over the title to a junkyard a few months later.
RIP little blue bug.

 

[hotwords229_A]

This one's hard. I'm really not a sentimental person so this whole scenario doesn't really resonate with me. Yet another reason I'm convinced I'm a closeted sociopath.
One way you could interpret it is that I'm incapable of certain feelings of affectionate attachment. I guess there's an element of truth to that if I'm being completely honest.
The second way is that I'm as in the moment as I can be, appreciative for what's the here and now. I'd like to think this is more of my truth and it's easier to let go somehow. Who knows?
That being said- it fucking hurt like hell to say goodbye to a business i built from the ground up. Not just because I felt a sense of ownership there, but there were circumstances that were unpleasant enough to make me want to part ways.

Isn’t there a third interpretation—that you are a scientist and therefore (possibly) more objective and practical minded?

 

[Suz_anne]

Isn’t there a third interpretation—that you are a scientist and therefore (possibly) more objective and practical minded?

I'm not a scientist, but I'm pretty much in line with Aussie's way of thinking. I don't have a lot of sentimentality associated with things. I've been thinking about how to answer the question and I don't really have a story of feeling a sense of loss at losing/parting with an object.

I have deeply felt the loss of losing family members, friends and beloved pets. But I don't necessarily equate that with what Pmann is asking.

When my grandparents passed away, I asked to keep a specific item that reminded me of them:
* Flannel shirt that my grandpa wore around the house after work.
* Painting of my grandma's childhood farm that she painted 50 years after she lived there.
* Zippo lighter that my other grandpa let me flip open and closed to my heart's content. I loved the smell of the butane.
* Antique candy dish that my grandma had in her living room - always filled with butterscotch hard candies.

I think it would be incredibly sad if I had to part with those things, but none of them are the types of things that would have much value to anyone else. So, thankfully, I think I'll always have them.

 

[SMNaughtywife]

^^^
I have a candy dish too from my grandma. And yes, always filled with butterscotch candy and jelly beans.
Must be a grandma thing.

 

[Suz_anne]

^^^
I have a candy dish too from my grandma. And yes, always filled with butterscotch candy and jelly beans.
Must be a grandma thing.

Awwww, I love that you have that, too. And yes, it must be a grandma thing. The best kind of grandma thing.

 

[Lord Pmann]

Thanks for so much great input on yesterday’s question. Lots of sentimental stuff.

Today’s question is spawned from a similar idea. So many people mentioned memories of family members or friends that had an impact on them. When we are young, particularly, we are so influenced by those around us. And sometimes their actions can be so small, but they can mean the world.

Who in your life has had a great impact on you and why? It doesn’t have to be someone who is no longer around. It could be a parent, friend, teacher, me... anyone.

Today’s related song is Dan Fogelberg’s Leader of the Band.

https://youtu.be/qQmkoMZyvOQ

 

[aussiegeekygal]

My kid.

It's so cliche to say, but I never knew how much love I could have for another person and then I had her. Motherhood has fucked me up in ways I never knew i was capable of. Before baby, i never would have considered that it was possible to hate my husband... Hahaha. This morning I hated my husband with so much fury. Before we kids we made a pact to put our marriage first and it's so hard. But we do it anyways. There's something about the perpetual exhaustion of raising a toddler that breaks you. Even the army couldn't crack me. Basic training was a breeze in comparison.

Baby girl amplifies everything. I'm no longer the moderate i used to be. I'm hot, I'm cold, I'm tired, I'm sorry, I'm angry, I'm joyful, I'm overflowing with love, I'm overflowing with doubt, I'm overflowing with confidence, I'm scared, I'm excited, I'm hungry, I'm numb, I'm overwhelmed.

But I sure as shit an not changing anything and love her for the wild ride she's provided.

 

[Trekka]

Alright I’ll bite.

I had a teacher for pull-out (gifted classes, nerdy stuff) - had her for K thru 5th. She was amazing. She was the teacher that took the smart but troubled kids under her wing and nurtured them. And she was an amazing artist too, and brought art into all her lessons. She captivated me. I’m still in touch with her to this day. She taught me much about kindness and compassion, doing the next right thing, following your dreams, creativity...

She’s retired now and a real-deal successful artist in her own right. One of the most impactful women in my life.

On a different note, the older man (family friend) I mentioned a few posts up whose baby I was ready to have (and glad I didn’t!) left a lasting impression on me too. In a *totally* different way! Left me with a penchant for silver foxes. And he taught me how to dance... dancing still turns me on. And he was such a flirt. A tease! He patently refused to do anything naughty with me (damn him!) because I was too young (bastard had morals!) but I’ll never forget his blue eyes with crinkles at the corners, his flannel shirts, and how he’d strum the opening bars of “Pretty Woman” on his guitar when I would walk by. I was in mad puppy love. *sighs*

 

[Lord Pmann]

Motherhood has fucked me up in ways I never knew i was capable of.

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[aussiegeekygal]

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTalElr3pkCLo2eLgVE81qtOQNyT9ki9ENdCY4gD186OgK3_SeF

There's so much truth to this

My recovery from the tear i sustained during childbirth has been... frustrating

 

[Lord Pmann]

For me, it was my father. He’s been a huge influence on me. He’s a good man. Always worked hard. Went above and beyond for his family. I looked up to him and I still do. He’s so incredible at things like being handy around the house. I’m fucking horrible. That’s a recessive gene or something. But give the man a feather and some twine and you’ll have central heating and air in no time. He also made his way from a an 18 year old guy enlisted in the navy to a really successful professional.

Other than that, my last boss has made a huge impact on me. He and I are still test friends, even though I’m not in his group anymore. I still run all my professional decisions by him.

 

[Lord Pmann]

There's so much truth to this

My recovery from the tear i sustained during childbirth has been... frustrating

https://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/female-hands-tearing-hole-pink-600w-1251506515.jpg

 

[blade_rocknut]

As you may have garnered from my response yesterday, my dad is probably my greatest single influence. He was my dad, my boss, my hunting buddy, and my best friend at once...and he died right after I turned 27.

Did I have other influences? Sure; but none on that level.

I inherited an Irish temper from my mother, but it's conditioned by a degree of patience to which I credit my dad.

Excluding him..probably my greatest role model would be my sister ( one of 4), who' without apology, came out as lesbian in Podunkville in the late 70's. Today, all my sisters know of my anomalies, but I credit her with the courage it took to share that.

She and I are almost twins, 15 years removed from a philosophical view.