Love

[NoJo]

My grandmother had a talking parakeet. She'd say, "I love you," and the bird would say, "I love you" back.

If I had a parrot, I'd teach it to say, "I care a lot about you too."



I might also teach it to say, "It's not you; it's me," "I don't have a place for this in my life right now" and to apologize a lot.

Get two parrots, teach them both, and let them sort it out between them.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

My grandmother had a talking parakeet. She'd say, "I love you," and the bird would say, "I love you" back.

If I had a parrot, I'd teach it to say, "I care a lot about you too."



I might also teach it to say, "It's not you; it's me," "I don't have a place for this in my life right now" and to apologize a lot.

If you get a parrot, I'm teaching it how to pick up pencils for you.

 

[shereads]

Get two parrots, teach them both, and let them sort it out between them.

It must be hell to be one of a pair of caged parrots, and not be attracted to the other one or have any common interests.


"So...What are you reading?"

"ACK!!"


And they live, like, 70 years.

 

[angelicminx]

What would you do if you know you will destroy what you have with your special someone because of your doubts and insecurities? What might have been is most times better than what will be. I think I'm just being real here. Finding the love of your life is not easy. And when you find them, giving everything else up for them isn't. Some do it, and they are truly lucky. And vella.

PS. Joe, bring on the gossip. I need it.

I know exactly where you're coming from, dampy. There have been lots of ups and downs because of my own doubts and insecurities. The good thing for me is he knew I had a tendency to do that from the start, and when they rear their ugly heads, he's there to help shoot them down. He tells me that they are a part of me and he LOVES me, so he'll help me with them. He is the only person in RL who has ever known ALL of me... the good, the bad and the ugly. He loves me and accepts me for who I am, which is a miracle to me.

I do agree with you, and I know you are just being real. What I have, and what Lucky and Vella have, is a rare thing these days.

 

[NoJo]

It must be hell to be one of a pair of caged parrots, and not be attracted to the other one or have any common interests.


"So...What are you reading?"

"ACK!!"


And they live, like, 70 years.

I think after 40 years or so, they pretty much know what the other one is about to say anyway.

 

[Guest]

Fem, I'm not saying no one gets it right. I'm just saying that there are very few people who do. Very few. Yes, we have vella and lucky to look at and sigh. They're the most wonderful success story I've known. But in real life, there are a lot many that do not work. The amount of understanding, faith and trust required is too high and most people are afraid to trust that much. I'm not arguing against love. I'm just saying that finding someone exactly right for you, and living with him/her and the situation lasting, is extremely rare.

What would you do if you know you will destroy what you have with your special someone because of your doubts and insecurities? What might have been is most times better than what will be. I think I'm just being real here. Finding the love of your life is not easy. And when you find them, giving everything else up for them isn't. Some do it, and they are truly lucky. And vella.

PS. Joe, bring on the gossip. I need it.

yup. few get it right because they're not willing ta risk what it takes ta be happy. Or like Vana says - - - potentially happy.

its a risk. like most things in life. i'm willing ta take it if i ever get that chance.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

From Jeanette Winterson's novel, "Written on the Body"

The earliest pilgrams shared a cathedral for a heart.
They were the temple not made with hands. The Eklasta
of God. The song that carried them over the waves was
the hymn that rung the rafters. Their throats were
bare for God. Look at them now, heads thrown back,
mouths open, alone but for the gulls that dip the
prow. Against the too salt sea and the inhospitbable
sky, their voices made a screen of praise.

Love it was drove them forth. Love that brought
them home again. Love hardened their hands against
the oar and heated their sinews against the rain. The
journeys they made were beyond common sense; who
leaves the hearth for the open sea? Especially
without a compass, especially in winter, especially
alone. What you risk reveals what you value. In the
presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

 

[Alessia Brio]

From Jeanette Winterson's novel, "Written on the Body"

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What you risk reveals what you value. In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

Amen, Soul Candy. Amen.

 

[shereads]

If you get a parrot, I'm teaching it how to pick up pencils for you.

Please don't. That would leave the monkey with nothing to do. A bored monkey is the very devil to live with.

 

[sincerely_helene]

Yes it is. And have I got goss for you...

Will do whatever you say... just put down the gosling!