Litiquette VI

How close do you think Literotica reflects your real life?

  • 100%, The way I interact here is exactly how I interact in real life

    Votes: 39 20.2%
  • 0%, Are you crazy. Literotica is as far away from my real life as anything could possibly be and I l

    Votes: 24 12.4%
  • 50%, It's close to my real life, at least how I interact publicly

    Votes: 43 22.3%
  • 50% I'm far more kinky, naughty, filthy here than I am in real life.

    Votes: 87 45.1%

  • Total voters
    193
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Honestly, I’m in a funk over it. I’m getting very antsy and annoyed. I do understand the reason why we need to isolate and I am doing it to a degree. I still went into work last week even though I could have worked from home. If I needed something,
I still ran out to get it. I’m struggling a bit because I miss the privacy and alone time I used to have. It’s really screwing up my sex life which is a first world problem, but pisses me off nonetheless.
 
It’s really screwing up my sex life which is a first world problem, but pisses me off nonetheless.

Yes!!

I hate that. I feel for people here who can't communicate with their partners both IRL and online. I've noticed a few of my friends here change their posting habits as real life changes the very way we live.
 
Yes!!

I hate that. I feel for people here who can't communicate with their partners both IRL and online. I've noticed a few of my friends here change their posting habits as real life changes the very way we live.

Sexy lunch chats have been indefinitely put on hold. Depressing..,😔
 
Yes!!

I hate that. I feel for people here who can't communicate with their partners both IRL and online. I've noticed a few of my friends here change their posting habits as real life changes the very way we live.

Yes...the routines are different. Spending inordinate amounts of time here while my mate is struggling is not ok. I've been admittedly scarce of late, at least compared to precorona Rocknut.
 
I hate to say this, especially after AGG's post, but not much has truly changed for me. Sure the grocery store is only half stocked and my book club had to meet virtually this month - but that's about it.

I'm an introvert so I appreciate my alone time and never really like a crowd. I've worked remotely for about 4 years now, so the lack of daily face-to-face time is something I'm use to. Even the company I work for is relatively unaffected since the products we sell can be provided virtually without issue.

I have seen an uptick in the number of people hiking the trails near me and double the number of cyclists on the roads and trails. It has been a beautiful few days, but I also know that people are looking for anything "safe" to do. Maybe that's the one positive outcome from all this chaos - a change in many people's sedentary lifestyles - except for those who truly prefer couch sitting, Chick-fil-A, and Tiger King ;)
 
The irony, for me, is that I am perfectly designed for isolation. I’m the guy stranded on the island and when the rescue boat comes I just wave and say, “I’m good!”
As it turns out, however, I still have to go to work. I’m now grocery shopping for my parents. I seem to be the go-to guy for reassuring everyone that ‘this too shall pass’. AND my second job has been firing on all cylinders lately (that job I can do at home).

So basically, I haven’t had any down time, solitude, loneliness, paranoia or fear and I would be the perfect person to be able to deal with all that if I had to.

I don’t mean to make light of any of this, the whole thing is horrible, but still, everyone is telling me how awful it is to be a shut in and I’m like, “I wish!”
 
I hate to say this, especially after AGG's post, but not much has truly changed for me.

That's completely valid and totally ok.

Oddly enough, not much has changed for me. My husband telecommuted a few days a week before this and so now he's full time. I'm a SAHM, so my lifestyle hasn't changed dramatically. Being a mom of a young kid is where I'm struggling. Our external support network has been cut off and we're all in a little need of respite.

I couldn't imagine how parents of multiples are coping with the transition to working from home with the additional stress of kids everywhere. Or worse, this Eve lost their incomes.
 
I've painted things. We've planted a veggie garden. I have a helluva tan.

I have a decontamination station in my garage for when the BF gets home from work - he's "essential."

Tomorrow I begin working remotely (whatever the hell that will look like) and I'm ready to rock and roll. Whatever they want me to do -- grateful for the paycheck. Made myself a dedicated WFH space and everything. And I painted it purple. :)

Kiddos begin distance learning tomorrow and tuesday -- that's gonna be funny as fuck. See how that goes! Not holding my breath.

I've been cooking my tits off, my house is super clean, and the laundry is done. I've got more time to work out and do crafty things....

The scary part is that, like Blade, we've got divorced households, BFs kids go back and forth, and his ex is a nurse. My kid goes back and forth. Her stepmom's ex i.e. the father of her child (my kid's stepbrother), is a cop. (Follow that?) So it's a daisy chain of households. I think at some point soon we will need to keep the kids where they're at for a while...

I miss hugs. my hug quota is way under-filled right now. I worry about money - fuck do I worry about money. And there's a lot on our shoulders. Four elderly parents above us, three children below us, and a small business on our hands. It's a lot.

So I have mini meltdowns, some major ones, and when I'm in negative nancy mode i don't post here, because that's no fun for anyone.... but I tend to locate my inner ancestral shield maiden after every meltdown and get my game face back on.

I'm busy as hell. I'm not rotting my brain on Netflix. I am getting as much as humanly possible done right now, because I have some extra time.

I do miss my normal routine. But the new normal is setting in...

Ive blathered enough. Oh! And the oddness of it all has made my libido kinda meh. So, that's irritating. But, there's hope. I'm ovulating soon.
 
I’m a standoffish person and I’ve been preparing for this no touching thing for 36 years. Finally, people aren’t hugging me or getting up in my bidness. Silver linings and all.
 
I've painted things. We've planted a veggie garden. I have a helluva tan.

I have a decontamination station in my garage for when the BF gets home from work - he's "essential."

Tomorrow I begin working remotely (whatever the hell that will look like) and I'm ready to rock and roll. Whatever they want me to do -- grateful for the paycheck. Made myself a dedicated WFH space and everything. And I painted it purple. :)

Kiddos begin distance learning tomorrow and tuesday -- that's gonna be funny as fuck. See how that goes! Not holding my breath.

I've been cooking my tits off, my house is super clean, and the laundry is done. I've got more time to work out and do crafty things....

The scary part is that, like Blade, we've got divorced households, BFs kids go back and forth, and his ex is a nurse. My kid goes back and forth. Her stepmom's ex i.e. the father of her child (my kid's stepbrother), is a cop. (Follow that?) So it's a daisy chain of households. I think at some point soon we will need to keep the kids where they're at for a while...

I miss hugs. my hug quota is way under-filled right now. I worry about money - fuck do I worry about money. And there's a lot on our shoulders. Four elderly parents above us, three children below us, and a small business on our hands. It's a lot.

So I have mini meltdowns, some major ones, and when I'm in negative nancy mode i don't post here, because that's no fun for anyone.... but I tend to locate my inner ancestral shield maiden after every meltdown and get my game face back on.

I'm busy as hell. I'm not rotting my brain on Netflix. I am getting as much as humanly possible done right now, because I have some extra time.

I do miss my normal routine. But the new normal is setting in...

Ive blathered enough. Oh! And the oddness of it all has made my libido kinda meh. So, that's irritating. But, there's hope. I'm ovulating soon.

Cooking your tits off? You Fucking said you didn't have any tits. You and Corbsl, you lie.
Dammit. Been holding out on me.
 
i’m comfortable with all the remote business interaction and am almost as productive as when i’m in the office. but i’m a social animal, so i miss the personal, face-to-face with my office mates, the high fives and hand shakes, the hugs and smiles, and the impromptu creative problem solving sessions. i miss, “managing by walking around.” i miss the Tootsie Roll bowl in the IT office and the convos with those weirdos when i need a sweet fix.

home-wise, i’m all good. i’m teaching a teacher how to implement a DLP (distance learning plan), which makes me the IT weirdo around the house. i’m doing the planning to restart my music series when we can gather in groups again. i’ve watched about a half dozen live, on-line music concert streams and about 200 movies. plus, i’m working my ass off to keep from eating/snacking 24/7.

but, i’m not writing. don’t know why, but so far, this shit has zapped my creative juices. i’m well. we’re healthy. we will survive.
 
i’m comfortable with all the remote business interaction and am almost as productive as when i’m in the office. but i’m a social animal, so i miss the personal, face-to-face with my office mates, the high fives and hand shakes, the hugs and smiles, and the impromptu creative problem solving sessions. i miss, “managing by walking around.” i miss the Tootsie Roll bowl in the IT office and the convos with those weirdos when i need a sweet fix.

home-wise, i’m all good. i’m teaching a teacher how to implement a DLP (distance learning plan), which makes me the IT weirdo around the house. i’m doing the planning to restart my music series when we can gather in groups again. i’ve watched about a half dozen live, on-line music concert streams and about 200 movies. plus, i’m working my ass off to keep from eating/snacking 24/7.

but, i’m not writing. don’t know why, but so far, this shit has zapped my creative juices. i’m well. we’re healthy. we will survive.
that's interesting I have been writing my ass off, haven't written like this in years. so interesting how everyone copes differently.
 
I am getting ready for a long April. The garden is in and is being tended. I've been working on some creative projects. Homeschooling is going along fairly well. I do miss my job. I am ready for this to lift, so I can get back to work. I miss my routine. I miss my people. Someone mentioned earlier about missing alone time, and I can relate to that 100%. The once a week grocery store trip is a highlight, because I see other people and get to get out of the house in a quiet car. I am grateful for the space I have to bunker down in. It is peaceful.
 
I’m groovy through all of this. I’ve done long periods of isolations, so this is a cake walk compared to what I’ve been through with social distancing.
I’m not an introvert by any means, but I’m not planning dinner parties and cocktails hooplas on Zoom either.
I sit happy in the middle.

No way can I sit in the house all day, I’ll start crawling up the walls. Cold or chilly, I’m either cycling or walking. In my studio painting and working on some ceramic creations and there’s some design work on my plate too.

Oh yes, I know all about this cooking my tits off too.
My house is spotless.
Laundry, it’s could use some attention. Like yesterday.
 
My house is a shit show.

Y'all just reminded me that I've got clothes in the washing machine I need to switch over.

What the fuck is up with this Tiger King series?! It's like Shit Town, but on TV. I freaking love for this weirdness! I also got nothing done this weekend. Thanks, friends.
 
My house is a shit show.

Y'all just reminded me that I've got clothes in the washing machine I need to switch over.

What the fuck is up with this Tiger King series?! It's like Shit Town, but on TV. I freaking love for this weirdness! I also got nothing done this weekend. Thanks, friends.
don't feel bad, I packed like 6 boxes for like an hour, so basically nothing... I feel ya.
 
I like what Trekka said about her "inner ancestral shield maiden". Even though I'm not exactly sure what that is, I like to think back to history too.

When I start feeling overwhelmed or stressed out I think back to the guys marching through slush and sleet; some with burlap wrapped around their feet on their way to attack a bunch of well-armed Hessians. Or the people who threw Grandma and the kids in the back of the wagon and headed out West knowingly facing tremendous hardship for the promise of a better life.
Somehow that makes me feel better. I start to realize that human beings can overcome literally anything and have. So whatever little trouble I have means nothing to nobody and shouldn't.

We have it easy. Even with this.

And to Parkers point, working from home is the tits. I get SO much more work done without all the bullshit. I rolled out of bed this morning, got my egg and coffee and did forty minutes of work while I ate breakfast. I sent my work to the client while I took a shower and when I came out they had replied with their notes and I continued. Before I ate lunch I had met my deadline for Monday.

Why do we even go to a building to work? What are we--Apes?
 
My house is a shit show.

Y'all just reminded me that I've got clothes in the washing machine I need to switch over.

What the fuck is up with this Tiger King series?! It's like Shit Town, but on TV. I freaking love for this weirdness! I also got nothing done this weekend. Thanks, friends.

You’re welcome. I have a Tiger King thread where you can discuss all your theories and all. I love that show more than my own family.
 
Being wrong... it sucks. Sometimes it doesn’t really matter. There are some trivial things that we miss. Then there are some big ones. Let’s hear about those times you’ve moved forward with a belief that just turned out to be dead wrong. Could be major and life changing. Could be nothing of consequence. Tell me your stupid beliefs. And how do these effect your real life, if at all?

For me, one of my stupidest beliefs was when I was a kid... maybe 9 or 10. My older sister said she was going to get on the computer to send her teacher a note (an email). I was confused at this concept. I had her explain it to me. I thought it was so stupid. I explained to her how much easier it would be to write a letter, put it in an envelope and walk her lazy ass to the mailbox and mail it. Because, in 1993, that literally took less time than logging on to the internet. I couldn’t see past the current internet slowness (2.4kbs) to see that this could improve.

While this idiotic thought made no real impact on my life, it does go to show an actual weakness of mine- seeing beyond the moment. Sometimes I struggle to the big picture because I’m too literal and too “in the moment”. I don’t always see how things could be as time moves on. It hinders me in some ways, because I’m not very forward thinking

Derek Webb- I Was Wrong, I’m Sorry and I Love You

https://youtu.be/RGqudmhmrfw
 
Being wrong... it sucks. Sometimes it doesn’t really matter. There are some trivial things that we miss. Then there are some big ones. Let’s hear about those times you’ve moved forward with a belief that just turned out to be dead wrong. Could be major and life changing. Could be nothing of consequence. Tell me your stupid beliefs. And how do these effect your real life, if at all?

https://youtu.be/RGqudmhmrfw

After a series of poor dating choices, I came to the belief that when choosing a husband I should choose with my head instead of my heart. For the most part, this served me well. I have a wonderful life in many many ways. It’s not to say there is no love there, because there is...,lots of it. It’s just that all these years later I’m realizing that there are things my heart desperately needs and wants that it will never have and that is a very hard thing to realize you were wrong about.
 
that's interesting I have been writing my ass off, haven't written like this in years. so interesting how everyone copes differently.

damn, i wish i could. but i’m only writing verse and it really requires me to be deeply into it and be significantly inspired. i think subconsciously, my emotions are taking a more serious beating than i’m willing to admit.

i expect some sort of breakthrough at some point.
 
I stood inside one of the rows of temporary morgues that have now arrived. Each parked behind my workplace and designed to house mass corpses, and afterwards left for a ‘moment’ in my office behind closed doors and the tears just streamed down my cheeks as I tried to pretend I was professional and unaffected by dealing with this shit show 24/7.

This shit is fucked. There is no good news and it is relentless. If you didn’t have anxiety before, it it’s enough to bring it on. I have no idea how to switch it all off and find some moments of “normal” and yes whatever, I know there are people far FAR worse off I am just saying, I am feeling it. Whatever. I am overcovid.

it saddened me to read this. another reminder of how difficult it is on the front lines. i hope you find a helpful coping mechanism. my heart goes out to you.
 
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